She always cared way more about other people than she cared about herself. I wanted to shake her sometimes and tell her how good of a person she is.

( there's a bittersweet smile at that as sara scoops up her respective pint and the corresponding spoon, opening it up and scraping off the excess off of the inside of the lid so she doesn't waste any of it.

but even with the ice cream, her smile seems to fade as she remembers: )

She helped me a lot — when I came back. ( from their world, sara means, an absolute bundle of grief that occasionally flares up and nearly makes her freeze in her tracks. )

I just wish I could do the same for her.