All very good questions. Inara had never gone to anyone - other than her house Priestess - for help, by the nature of her occupation being and preferring to be solitary and self-sufficient. Lately, she'd begun to wonder if that wasn't the wrong move for her, if she hadn't shouldered too much. Where could she go for help?
Nowhere; and that knowledge stopped her from ever needing (or admitting she needed) help.
He had a good point, but Inara refused to admit it. In a way, they were very similar, and admitting her own shortcomings would illuminate his own misgivings. So she shrugged and smiled, lacing her fingers through his. "We find people in our lives that we can relate to, that we can confide in. The problem is trusting them, allowing them to lighten your burden." That, at least, she knew was true - for both of them.