[she hastens to fetch the honey as well as the tea box from a cupboard, setting up over at the stove with the kettle.

after a beat of this business:]

...Would writing it out help at all? The things you wanted to say, I mean. I know it doesn't seem sensible, considering that they're...y'know. But! But...I mean, for me, whenever I've had such things weighing on me I couldn't get out anywhere else, I'd...I'd write it all down. And it helped.

It's part of why I write so much. Sometimes I just...need it out there somewhere. Not even read, because gods, I'm an embarrassment? But just...out of me.

[...]

I hear similar effects can come from screaming into cushions, but I never took to that one. I get powder everywhere.