It takes a little while for her to regain some composure. More than once she has to hold her breath, willing her tears at bay. There is a damp spot on Doc's lapel that she feels guilty for, but she was unwilling to lift her head and let him see her like this until she had a little more control over her tears.

She pulls back, just far enough to allow room for her arms to settle between them, and sniffles a little. She could rest her forehead against his chin at this angle, but she doesn't. She carefully lifts an arm instead and begins brushing the tears from his face with a gentle thumb.

"You should be."

Her voice is quiet, but firm, and carries in it the undeniable fact that she's still not pleased with him.

But they'll have to take it one step at a time. There is still so much left they have to talk about before the air will be clear between them.

"And if you ever lie to me again, Josiah, you can be sure you will be," she adds, her voice low and dangerous.