[It hurts; she can't help it hurting, and yet she can see clearly that it's right.]

Oh Zane. Oh, I wish I could come with. You'll be careful, won't you?

[And then she laughs ruefully and drops her gaze.]

'Cause you totally can't look after yourself, right? Still. Indulge me. Let me come and hug you and make sure your coat buttons are done up and your face is clean. Let me worry about you.