Redhawk Caldera Doubt is a broken record that plays inside my head

the callout was swift and necessary. instead of crumbling like she thought she might, teya swallowed and nodded, once. she couldn't have protected sorana from this. and her daughter did need to grieve.
"there a lot i could have done. or not done," teya said faintly all the same, and then shut her mouth, shook her head. "thank you, bridget." and for what, for once, she couldn't articulate.
the idea of letting sorana be sad tormented her. the idea she could not save her baby from more pain stung her eyes again.
the idea that she had begun that agony sent her grief upward once more. "just been through too much," she mumbled, meaning sorana, though perhaps in a way she also meant herself.