"I'm sorry," she said dully as she sat back like he'd instructed. Letting him comb her hair out was something she wasn't quite prepared to do - it felt like something she should do for herself - but she wasn't strong enough to argue.

Instead, she sat there while he combed through the dust and glass and didn't make a sound, even when it hurt. When it was over, she turned her head to the side, caught his eye and said a quiet, "Thanks."

She didn't feel any better, and though the glass was gone, she knew she didn't look any better. "I should probably take a shower."