"Thank you." Cathy sincerely doubted that she'd manage to finish the plate in front of her, let alone be able to make a request for seconds, but she didn't say that. Instead, she nodded, genuinely grateful for the effort. It wasn't going unseen, even if she was coming across to him as unreachable. She was just totally overwhelmed, by the experience, by the outpouring of support from friends and acquaintances. It was amazing, and she felt loved, but at the same time...there was embarrassment, humiliation, too. Being kidnapped wasn't something that had been in her control, but she had caused a massive fuss, and worst of all, a handful of her friends had witnessed first-hand what had been happening to her in all the time she was gone.
That had been private, personal. And to her, it had been real, which made her feel silly now, after the fact, even if she couldn't erase the vivid images from her mind.
For as frequently as she had insisted that she was or would be 'fine,' something in his tone of voice coupled with the request for honesty told her that she wouldn't be getting away so easily this time. Part of her was thankful for it, too, recognizing that she couldn't stay silent forever. But how on earth could she go about explaining to Lindsey what had really happened in that place, aside from what he'd already seen?
"I don't know," she replied, helplessly and with equal honesty. Setting the glass down onto the tray, she shifted carefully, laying her head against his arm. "There was just...so much. I don't even know where to start, or how to get better, and I'm..." Trailing off, she shook her head.