[She closes her eyes tight, buries them against his shoulder, breathes in. There's something about being against someone's shirt, warm and safe, that calms her down--shuts her down, where things don't hurt as bad and the world is still as simplistic as she thought it was when she had first woke up here. After letting herself settle down, she breathes heavy.]

I'm sorry... I broke the egg.

[Actually... it was a breath of fresh air, for a split second.

She's scared to say it, but lately, her sadness has been making way for anger, and when she's angry... she really just wants to break something. Get rid of that anger somehow. She's too young to even understand the logic behind it; she knows it's bad, to destroy something for the sake of venting, but where else can all this little-sized fury go to?

She trades it out for guilt. With that little kiddie meltdown, she's just tired now.]

If you want to... I'll eat the egg s'left on the floor... I'm not scared of germs.

[She likes to say she's not scared. Maybe it'll make her stronger, faster. She sniffles and clasps the back of his shirt.]

M'definitely not.

I ate candy off the floor once; it still tasted good.