It stopped, after a while. Mia felt empty, unable to really keep holding onto Katara but too...something, too tired to let go. Above all she felt that she shouldn't have been so affected by what had transpired on the draft, that as a healer she ought to be better than this, and that she would find no judgment in this room.

"I'm so sorry," though there was very little left of her voice to say it with.