"Go where, an' do what?" Gently, gently; Saturday speaks as kindly as she can. "Look, if this were a, a broken leg or something making you feel this bad, you'd go to medical, right? On my honor, no more lectures. Just listening. But don't run off an' just nurse it in private - that won't make it better."

She's still sitting, forearms braced against her knees, looking up at Adora. Not a threat, not a position of power. Just a worried friend.