If she's being honest with herself, she's not sure she could even make it on her own. She hates this. But she can also admit that it's good North is here. "Yeah. I'm going to need to."

Wrath leans against North a lot more than she likes to get to the kitchen. She's grateful to get settled down in a chair and leans back, eyes closed. She feels a little sick, really, not so much the pain but the shock of it. "Okay. I'm okay."