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[She wants to ask for their help because she knows that she will not be able to do it alone, no matter how much she tried, and she opens her mouth to try, only for nothing to come out but a small, strangled sob. Her lip quivers like she might burst into tears, but she holds it together—the resolute looks that they both give her and their offer for help do wonders to keep those pieces from crumbling.]

Are you sure...? I don't...

[Want to trouble you—

But she remembers the things that Eustace has always told her. To stop shouldering things all on her own, and to let others in and to help. It's hard, but seeing them, hearing that they want to help when she doesn't know where else to turn...]

He flew up... I think I know where, but... there's no way to be sure...

[That moon that he'd been staring at earlier.]