[Next to Henry, she's gripping her hands so hard, her nails are digging into her knuckles. But she nods.]

I'm... I can read the texts. Not quickly but I'm trying not to rush anything. But the results just haven't been what I wanted. I know I need to clear my mind, but...

[But the anxiety of hitting a plateau has been affecting her. The isolation and lack of visitors have twisted her insides with each passing minute, each hour, each month, each year, and now how long has it been?]

... I'm thinking too much. I know.