Yes.

[ Whispered, his eyes locked on her face, a little dazed but as steady as he can make them. ]

I worry about you.

[ He'd failed La'an, and the worst had happened, and if something happened to Sveta, to this sweet, wonderful woman who's being so gentle with him, he thinks he'd be overcome with despair. He shakes his head, very slightly, barely a wiggle against her hand. ]

I don't know how to— let it go. I wish it wasn't there at all, but I've never known how to do anything but just... keep going.