[It is okay, and Wallflower instinctively curls into Sunset's embrace. She's just so tired, and worn, and she's just so frustrated by everything, she wants to cry but she doesn't want to let Sunset see her cry. And yet, her head is buried next to Sunset's shoulder.]

I... want to help, if there's a way home. I'm tired of being an unseen bystander. You... want to be real friends here, Sunset?