[ She stops walking as he does, half caught up in trying to rationalize it all away as the poor man continues to speak.

It always was a thin line, whether or not she thought she could continue to maintain as she was. Perhaps in a way it was her recovered memories working against her, stirring up old habits of desperation. After looking up at him for a moment, she balls her free hand to her chest, softly exhales. ]

... There is... a lot on my mind, Ardyn. I know... when it comes to work, it is the only thing I feel I should be able to control... and I also know that not to be the case. It is habit that drives me to continue to attempt to do so anyway. Our lives are so unbalanced now, and we were not prepared. I am not prepared. I do not want to obsess, but it -- it frightens me.