And the first of those tears spills over the edge of her lids as she blinks at him, arms wrapped around herself in a poor imitation of how she wishes he would just wrap her up right now and assure her everything will be okay.

She feels colder than ever, even though the temperature outside is gradually starting to rise. Her own arms provide little for comfort, so she shivers.

She bows her head, partially because she's ashamed of those renegade tears, but mostly because she can't look at him when she opens her mouth to speak.

"I don't know if I can trust you, Doc."

Her arms cinch tighter.