[ Manuela who, again, is soooooo... beautiful is holding her face. ]

Oh. Ohhh... Spirits.

[ There's little else she can do, then, but set her own glass down so she can reciprocate the gesture, framing Manuela's face between her own very warm hands. ]

All I am is... kind! I know that's not for everyone, but... [ A moment of levity, even despite her current state. ] I've seen enough cruelty to know I don't ever want to put more of it out in the world...

[ ...unless it's deserved. ]

But you, Manuela, you're so well-spoken and graceful... I wish I could be more like you...

[ As she tips over just a little bit, to press her forehead to the other woman's. Photo taken moments before disaster, surely. ]