There's a little tremble in her shoulders at that. The familiarity of it, how hard Ava must be trying to support her through her own fear and grief. The declaration of being there for Darcy.

So she holds on. Invisible and intangible, corpse and ghost, the odd pair of them. A sniff that's less subtle than Darcy hoped, and she nods into Ava.

"Sorry. I'm- thank you, I'm good, it- it won't happen again."