Dahlia
Her frown refuses to vanish, acting as a wall against his words. She cowers slightly, clutching her clothes to her breasts. She takes a step closer to him cautiously, but then a pain radiates from the center of her chest, a crushing, constricting pain that, if she had cardiac arteries, one might mistake it for being the sign of a heart attack. It makes her feet leaden, keeping her to the ground, and ruins any appetite she may have had. She feels... guilty. Trepidation. Sadness.
Heartache.
"Michael..." She jerks a glance to the sink before continuing, the buzz reforming to her voice. "Your eyyyyeees are red... Were you... cryyyying?"