"No..." Erin shakes her head again, sucks in a ragged breath -

Calm. Calm it. Don't...

A sob hitches her chest, and she steps back. "I - I'm sorry, I'm. Raw. I'll. I'll be around, I -"

She turns, to flee back into the potluck, to ask where she's staying for the night. This wasn't the time, she shouldn't have said anything but when everything hurts it's so much harder to pick out the wounds that need to wait, and she's - she's been stupid again.