She watches, just as promised, as he uncoils the mess. It takes time, and focusing on it takes more effort than it should. Beth knows it, and she doesn't want it to be true--but it is, isn't it? She can't get out of this.

Especially not when he speaks again. The guilt does make some difference, enough that there's a vague crawling feeling in her stomach as she stares down at the tangle. After a few moments, she mutters, "If I knew you weren't going to drag me off to sickbay by the hair."