Raleigh just sort of folded into him as she cried, and she can't help the way she just- he's safe, somehow. She needs to pull herself together, to talk to him, to actually speak, but all she can do for a minute is lean on him, to let him be there for her even if it's just him hugging her in the middle of the sidewalk.

"How can I talk to them? How can I not?" She pulls back just enough to look up at him, to have someone - anyone, give her an answer. "How does it not- You know what must have happened, right? The reason I haven't googled myself? Either everyone noticed and it was a thing, on the news and in the paper and people who I didn't even know were looking for me and now they think I'm dead, or-"

Or.

Or no one noticed.

"I don't know what to do." She said it again, and she shook her head slightly. "I'm... bad. I'm bad because I didn't look, I didn't try, I just- I did what I was told and kept my head down until I got kidnapped, and since then, I've been living this- this amazing thing, and-"

She's not talking about how hard it's been. About how she had to physically recover, that she'd not mentally recovered, yet. That she's literally been tortured, that she's only now found a stable home, that she was on the cruise ship from hell and she's not even acknowledging how that's impacted her.

All she can see right now is her mother, thinking she's dead. Her mother, when she finds out that Raleigh's alive, but then what she's been doing--

The thought is honestly almost paralyzing all by itself.