She knows Peter would want her to be strong, and it's all she can do to keep from falling apart completely. But there's nobody here that she's particularly close to, even if there's names she recognizes. Erin that she's fairly certain she long chased off. Fever that she's met a couple times at most. A priest...

Ava doesn't move away from the touch, though her blurred trembling makes her a bit difficult to do so. She closes her eyes, damp at the edges. Tries to steady herself. "I'm sorry, okay. I f-" her voice breaks. "Failed. I was wrong."