Little John had reached his hand across the table, engulfing Elaine's delicate fingers under his as he gave her a warm smile in return, but Rosario's anxiety was unquelled and he had to try again. "Why don't you tell us what you're worried about, Rosario?" he suggested, his brow creased. "Are there things about yourself that you don't understand? Or are you worried there might be, in the future?"