"...It's truly the least I can do." Sorrow shadows Erin's voice, and sympathy. "It won't happen again. And my offers from that day still stand; if you need anything I can provide, just ask. Even if I can't handle it I might know someone who does."

Erin sits up a bit straighter. She still hasn't tried eating, and odds are good that this cinnamon roll ends its life as a polite gesture rather than as a meal if we're all being honest.

"...I won't speak for Dimitri other than to say he's chosen to accept me as part of this community. Anything else is his business. But I'm not going to hide behind that either. Whatever concerns, questions, you might have...here I sit."