[Here she had intended on supporting him, on being the one to make him feel better when he clearly needed someone to lean on for a little while, and yet the situation has reversed without her meaning for it to do so. For the relatively short time they've known one another, Styx has shown himself to be thoughtful and kind, to put others before himself time and time again, and a small part of her worries that he might do that at his own expense— but in this moment, she feels comforted, safe, and incredibly grateful to be able to call him a friend.

Even as she leans against him and he rests his head atop her own, she reaches for his hand and takes it between both of hers, giving it a squeeze that's equal parts reassurance and gratitude.]

I follow. There are plenty of mirrors at home to practice with. I hope you'll take your own advice, too?

[Though she admits he may not need it as much as she did, at least not in the same way.]

I don't know if you struggle with being honest about feelings the way I do, but if you ever do need to talk about something, I want you to feel like you can. Even if it's hard. You can trust me. And— maybe while I'm practicing being honest in the mirror, you can try complimenting yourself. Just here and there.

[He's so hard on himself, and he doesn't deserve that.]