The intensified contact soon makes her shudder with him as more of his misery and strain bleed into her, and her grip on his arm tightens. She's uncomfortably reminded of the pressure she felt just before her systems overloaded and she was torn apart, taking most of the universe with her. But she knew what she was doing when she decided to support him like this, and she tamps down on the memory quickly.

"Helping," she replies tersely, while sharing yet more of her strength. She's starting to feel like she's propping them both up against whatever is holding him, or draining him, or pulling at him; the sensations are all merging together. "What are you trying to...," She frowns, casting about for a word that conveys what she's sensing. "... contain?"