"Well, yes, that part sounds very Amaya," she agreed, having to smile a little at the way that particular truth formed itself as a thought. "But -- this is also important, babes. You're important. I am, too."

We know, Irene.

"And we all muck things up in our own ways," she added. "I'm a bloody disaster when it comes to this stuff, I just hide it pretty well. But maybe if we know we're both trying not to muck it up, it'll...help?"

She looked a little pained, momentarily, because an errant thought about just how much of a disaster Irene was had drifted across her mind, and she needed all thoughts of him and I AM _ _ _ _ LOCKED and what she'd lost to stay obediently buried today, thank you.