[ nods, and comes over to the window to all buthalf flop herself out of it. this is... it feels a little like getting naked? but it's also something she wants him to have, if he needs it, so...

she throws her head back and wails.

there is a song to it—a cascade of raw minor notes—but it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer. it's obviously a distress call, meant to be sung as loud as possible: I'm here, I hurt, help me.

Eve trails off as she runs out of air, then hiccups as though to start again before clearing her throat ]

...Like that.