She gets Eddie settled on the couch, then distracts herself with cleaning up the glass shards and spilled bourbon. Eddie has given her a lot to unpack, but in bteween the doubt that she's even fit to mother anything right now, and skepticism that she'd even be able to get Dylan back, there's a hope that's sprouting in her chest.

She muses to herself that she may not be the best person to stop anyone from killing Carl Brock; it's been one of the prevailing fantasies of hers when she affords herself the chance to dream. She wordlessly fixes her mess, then disappears into the kitchen and returns with two glasses of water, pressing one into Eddie's hands.

Maybe she'd do alright.

"I'm here." It's something of a struggle for her to say, considering she hasn't felt anywhere since her recovery, not in the sense that she could guarantee she'd be consistently present. But, it's sincere. He's given her reason to at least try.