Releasing Salem so he can settle down on her feet and start trying to return his coat to a neater state, she closes her eyes and lets herself be held by the only father she'd allow it from. Her only real father, as much as she struggles with the one who'd had so much control over her existence.

"I feel like I do," she says. "I should be handling things better, I--"

She's not sure how to put any of it into words.

"This isn't how I'm supposed to be," she tries.