While May grabs onto one of Dawn's hand, the other curls into a fist and presses against her forehead. She doesn't want May to feel guilty about broaching such a topic here - after all, Dawn was the reason why they were both trapped in this hellscape right now.
Even still, Dawn curls her fingers around May's hand. Her grip is tight, and she can feel May's rapid pulse. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. Not yet. Part of her wished a dark hole would come to swallow her up - that's how her guilt felt in this moment - but wallowing in her own misery was a disservice to not just herself, but to May. They had to depend on each other to make it out of here.
Dawn didn't want to shake her head, fearing it would make her bout of dizziness worse (especially when it was starting to lessen now too). Instead, she'd give May's hand a squeeze.
"Stop," she'd say, slowly cracking her eyes open, "don't apologize. You couldn't have known, you know? I should have just saved it." To divulge such personal facets of her life, and with someone she just met, no less, was not par for the course. Dawn couldn't explain why, nor could she put it into words. Something about May made Dawn trust her inherently. There was an undeniable feeling of comfort the other exuded, and had she not been thrown into this world with Dawn, her reaction would have been far different.
For a while, she'd let May talk. Dawn would focus on her words, feeling the world begin to spin less and less. Thinking back to her father was comforting, and she couldn't deny that being here again made her feel close to him once more. The stinging guilt and shame that had been crawling up Dawn's back lessened.
"You know... You're good at cheering people up. I'm sorry to dump all of that shit onto you. I don't usually do that with people - I have no clue why I did that here of all places." The Distortion World had its way of rearing all of Dawn's traumas. Here, it felt like it all was amplified. "Thanks for listening anyways, and... thanks for. All of that, really, I... feel like a lot of that is stuff I've needed to hear for years." They were words Dawn especially would take to heart - to have her feelings surrounding her mother validated felt freeing, despite not even delving into the worst of the problems. One of her many proverbial chains would snap, but even one shed so much weight.
May's touch kept Dawn grounded, the caress of her thumb on the back of her hand being the main point of focus. Slowly, Dawn would open her eyes, careful not to agitate any more dizziness. Listening to May speak about her own family was refreshing. A nice sense of normalcy in the chaotic landscape they found themselves in. With each description, Dawn could almost picture them in her mind.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Dawn would smile. "Your family sounds...." normal, "nice. For whatever that's worth." There was no feelings of jealousy or animosity. While Dawn's family - her mom's side, more specifically - had been less than stellar, she'd found and forged her own family on her travels, too.
She fell quiet for a moment, letting her eyes stare endlessly at the deep purple sky. Something deep within her suddenly felt... strange. Dawn couldn't really put her finger on the feeling. It was as if... something was wrong. Something was coming. Not now, not just yet, but the sensation of doom loomed over her, a heavy hand resting on her shoulder.
"Actually? I should be okay." Dawn speaks coolly, calm and collected as always. "The worst of the dizziness is gone - I think I can walk okay. Just, you know, don't make me run and I should be fine." She falls silent again, moving her head so she could look at May.
"Wait. Hold on. Do you think you could help me up?"
