You must have been so scared. [She rubbed Luisa's arms, hesitant to say how brave the other was, not wanting to add to having to be strong all the time.] And you still kept going.

I'm glad you didn't let go. [She reached up, running her fingers along her hair.] I'm so glad, I am, mi vida.

You don't have to fight like that anymore though, Luisa. It's okay to run away. Sometimes, I wish you would, because it scares me, thinking of you fighting alone like that.