[The unhappy expression on her face eases into a little smile, strained as it is, and an arch of her eyebrows.]
Who do you think I am, Noah? Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything here and you'll be able to come back whenever you're ready to. [And then the worry slips back into her expression.] So take care of yourself, okay?
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Who do you think I am, Noah? Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything here and you'll be able to come back whenever you're ready to. [And then the worry slips back into her expression.] So take care of yourself, okay?