It's shocking. His candid honesty, with one who is practically a stranger. That someone seemingly so kind in their interactions could have experienced such horrors too. Corrine needs his words. She needed to talk to someone and Emily was too much, too painful.

"God, life is a bastard." A lump rises in her throat. Her voice cracks. But she doesn't fight the tears this time. He can understand.

"I - at first all I did was sleep. And then - I'd toss and turn from nightmares and wake up tangled in my sheets screaming, because I thought - I thought I was chained and trapped all over again. I couldn't even leave my house until a few days ago. I..." She can barely get the next word out. Only Lara and Les know, and she never actually told Les, he knew. "...I started drinking again." Corrine hugs her arms around herself. Staring at the dark sand and water flowing around her feet. "...Does it get better." She practically whispers now, but brings herself to look at him, messy tears and all. Eyes wide and grateful. "Thank you."