"I think I ought to do most of the work," Emmeline said wryly, shifting to sit close beside him. She put a hand affectionately on his knee, but resisted the urge to rest her legs across his lap, which was only tempting because she didn't feel as if she needed comforting yet. And if she did start to feel that way, it might make her more uncomfortable than anything else to be in that kind of position. Making herself too uncomfortable with what she was doing, at this point, would only make her guard go back up. Despite her emotional difficulties at the moment, she knew herself very well. "Once I get going, it'll be easier if you just listen. But I don't... I don't know where to start."