Blue is pretty sure she's the cause of his nervousness, and she hates that too; right now she feels a little bit ruinous no matter what she does. "Well, you do look like one," she says. "No more disappearing, then?" She gives him a small, hopeful smile and holds onto the idea.

She nods; she and Krem had talked late at night while he had the watch, and while he hadn't been completely forthcoming then, either, she had gotten an ever so slightly clearer, or at least more horrifying category of ideas of what he was dealing with. "I got that idea," she says quietly, stomach turning over a little at the idea. "You should be there --"

Blue looks up at his light touch. "Yeah, I'm..." She looks up at him. "Uh. Not really?" She tries to smile through it like it's a joke. "I don't know."