"It's not the nosebleeds that freak me out," she says, leaning against the sink, watching him with the towel. "But at least they checked." The idea that they might miss something or might not be able to do anything even if they did find something makes her uncomfortable. It's not like she has a ton of faith in doctors to begin with, they've pretty much failed her family in a hundred different ways, but she wants to believe they can still help.

She lifts a hand, pulling her hair over her shoulder so she can untangle in with her fingers, looking down at the ends instead of at Newt for a second. She doesn't want him to see that she's worried and if he thinks he can deal with this, she doesn't want to spend all their time together freaked out that it might get worse or that he might have another nightmare. So she takes the moment, pushes the worries aside as best she can, then looks up again and smiles. "Alright, dude, no worrying," she says. It's a stupid thing to promise, she can't follow through on it, but she can do her best to make sure he doesn't notice.