Queen checked in on herself before replying. She had no more tears, didn't feel like she was about to cry, all in all, pretty good for being about to enter the most difficult subject of her life.
"The last time I let someone else into my life, he ended up dead, and it was my fault. He was the most important thing to me, and I led him on a fool's quest. I was the one who decided to join with a group, even though I could tell that they didn't have our best interests at heart. I guess... ever since I lost Journey, I've been afraid that I'll lose everyone I let in, so I closed myself off to the outside world, everyone except for Tchanta, my guide, but she isn't really a person, she's more like an animal. Besides, she wasn't on the outside--she was a part of me. Still is. It's almost like she became my conscience, although she doesn't do a very good job of it. I... do need help. I've spent so much time by myself that I don't know how to open myself up, though. Is there anything you can do?"
She looked at Fadran with unexpecting, yet pleading eyes. She knew it was unlikely that anyone could understand how she really felt, even she had no idea, but he had helped Enter, who had a shattered mind, so if anyone could help her, it was him.
Tchanta's voice sounded in her mind; a calming force amongst the waves of anxiety that had plagued Queen since the day she lost her fiance. You should really relax, my queen. You deserve a break, so let yourself take one. Let yourself be helped. You may have admitted that you need help, but you still aren't open to it.
Tchanta was right. It was time for Queen to stop worrying unnecessarily.