"Maybe...but...do you think that...  Do you think that I will ever want to do that by choice after that?  Do I even make any sense?  I can't sleep yet, I don't want to be strong.  I'm always strong."  Amber didn't make much sense, but that was to be expected after a traumatic event.  She turned a little to the side, closer into his embrace so that she could rest her cheek against his chest and curled up with her legs almost beneath her.  Her tears fell slower now, but a few splashed against his shirt as she struggled to calm herself.