Newt's reassurances help -- but it just makes Milly sniffle more, a couple of tears spilling over her cheeks before she hurriedly wipes them away. It's just...a lot, this is all a lot, and Newt's being so nice she almost can't take it. She doesn't even object to being called a kid.

"You -- you can help me, then?" Her voice is a little thick, a littel wavering, but she looks hopeful. "Can you help me, Newt?"