She didn't feel strong. She hadn't since that day she hadn't been able to stop the witch. Then, being torn from home had left her feeling weak once more. "What can I do to help," she asked, finding that while she might not be strong, she would work hard to help, to be there for Cain because it was something she could offer.

Pulling back, sniffling and dashing a hand at her cheek, she nodded.

"I'd feel better if you did. I'll even try," she said, nodding eagerly. If nothing else, she could offer this.