That Nico doesn't intervene is calming; there is trust, misguided as it may be, but the idea that there is space in their world to trust her...

There's a comfort she cannot deny, a swell in her chest that tips over the precipice as Yusuf's soft hand encases hers in warmth.

She's been so cold, for so long.

"I will hurt you," she murmurs. She's never been able to deny Nico of much, nor Yusuf by extension. "But I have no strength to save you from that pain." For now, she will go with them.