...I'm sorry there isn't more I can do, you know. I know it's none of my business, and it's kind of you to keep it all away from me as best you can. So...I'm glad to have been of some help.

[As she collects her cards and returns them to the pack, she catches herself thinking fleetingly of conversations she'd had weeks back — about those who seek to protect and those who need it, and about the benefits of being complementary rather than identical.

There's something to all that, even if she can't quite land on what it is right away; even so, it's something that leaves her feeling a little more content. Some things one can't do, but one does what can.]

I'm not keeping you from your rest, am I?