The emotion that trickles into Ruby's expression second by second, word by word, could almost be mistaken for fear. Maybe some of it really is fear, fear of being seen, of being known, of the weakness in her. But most of it isn't fear. Not really. Even if she's not quite sure what it really is, what to call it.

"...yeah," she says, finally, and has to swallow hard before she can muster normal volume. "Yeah. That's— that's it. I haven't felt— I haven't felt like I'm in my own body since— since I got here. And everyone—"

There's so many people who care, who would want to help if they could really see it, and yet she just can't find it in herself to let them try.

"...I-I guess you know the feeling."