With a slightly frazzled laugh, Hamuko placed her hand over the one on her shoulder - not pushing it away, just holding it, getting herself back under control. "Physically okay," she repeated back to him, chest tight but gradually unwinding.

...Physical touch helped. The warmth of another hand, a kind gesture from a stranger. Concern and the warmth of that worry in their tone.

People really were wonderful.

"I felt that too. I think-- bah... it felt a little too much like a few things I've experienced before. The person that went in here.... they didn't expect to ever come out again. It is a very horrible feeling," she admitted, dabbing at her eye. "I'll have to be a lot more conservative with my stamina use, though. Hah."