Even if she could, Nora would never allow it. Dora didn't need this one her plate, really, she had enough shit in her life. Hell, they both had, but at least it was looking up for one of them, right? At least there was that small bright spot in Nora's life, and maybe she should have held onto that a little tighter.
Listening silently to Dora's words, they could only sink in so far, but Nora was truly trying. She was attempting to open herself up to the comfort that those she loved were trying to provide, and perhaps it was working a bit. But this couldn't be fixed overnight, if it could ever be fixed to begin with. "Maybe... but you've always been stronger than me. Maybe that's what matters in these situations.." she said softly, sighing, closing her eyes as Dora stared her down, unable to meet them at that moment. She felt so weak, so not herself and it was eating her up inside.
But she would get through this, she thought to herself, taking another deep breath to try and stop the small emotional hiccups from crying that still shot through her chest. She had gotten through living with her parents, her abusive ex, losing her career and a life changing injury, drugs and addiction (though she might have still been navigating that one), losing Roger, and now this. It was just another day, wasn't it?
"Yeah... maybe," she finally managed after Dora's words, sighing softly and turning away. She didn't try to pull away from her friend's arms though, and at least she had stopped crying. That was a first. Eventually, she knew she was going to need a damn shower, but not quite yet.