[She's all right. Coming to terms. That was never going to be easy. OA nods, giving a reciprocal little huff of amusement, a faint smile playing about her lips.]

Too large.

[Physically, conceptually.]

I can't tell you not to be afraid, but I can tell you that you're not alone.

[Her expression does something complicated -- warmth and tenderness commingle with an old, weary hurt. It's difficult to bear the fear of others, and there's so much of it here. She can't abandon any of them to it, though, least of all the newcomers.]

And that almost nobody takes to it gracefully. It really is okay.

[A pensive beat, and then:]

Are you hungry? I'm just on my way to get something to eat; if you want to come along, we can share and I can try to answer any questions you have.