[Things become a little clearer, and she isn't sure why. (It's because his posture reminds her, on some unconscious level, of that of a child, and Fiona knows how to deal with children.) As his back slumps, hers straightens, and she reaches out to take his hand. Her expression is sure, and everything is clear.]

[For other people, she can be strong.]

It was the wrong one, and I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't want anybody confused. [Upset is what she almost said, but confused is better. That saves pride.] We are friends, okay? We just are. I didn't get that, it's my fault.