[ Ah. So Carolina did tell her. Wash stills slightly, but he nods, by way of confirmation. Carolina was the one who felt that loss most sharply, by far, with how deeply she felt for York, but York was his friend too, and. He'd been the one to find the body. To pick up the pieces. To steal a moment from to retrieve his tags before he had to destroy everything else left, to hide them away with the those of everyone else he'd lost. So many, too many.

A smile, though. ]

Carolina's -- been through a lot. [ Wash knows that more than anyone else. ] I know it might not make much sense to you, but there's reasons she's the way she is. Stubborn, too, not great at taking advice, no matter how well-intentioned, but trust me, she does appreciate it.

She'll listen to it, too. Just in her own time.

[ Well. Mostly her own time. Her own time entirely is going to mean never, really, and Wash does fully intend to push her along. Just not too much. ]