"Yes," she insisted quietly, although without conviction behind her voice, because as much as it was true, she was still glad that he hadn't left her alone. There was no telling where she would be now without ever having met him, maybe she would be dead or maybe she would be doing much better for herself instead, but she wouldn't choose either option over where she was now no matter how painful it was. Despite how terrible they clearly were for each other, he was all she had and the only reason she had for trying to care about herself again. "I was unhealthy, but I was fine before you. Just... fine." But as much as she wanted to blame him and claim he brought it all upon himself, she couldn't.
Running her fingers through her hair, Mabelle nodded gratefully, not even about to complain about the frizz she anticipated once it dried. There was no way to get around the fact that her hair needed the extensive combing, and it was better than the short-cut (literally) solution she had wanted. "Thanks."