[They're clear then. But considering how tense she stands, body ridged and finger nails biting hard into her palm, she's anything but calm. She's so tense, like a tightly coiled string ready to snap. Eyes still bright with her remaining tears she has to give herself a moment before she trusts that her voice is steady enough to talk again.
Everything is fine, she reminds herself.]
Are you fine? [On his own, she means. If she leaves right now, will he be all right?]