Fareeha did feel guilty, because she had so much to be grateful for, and she felt immensely petty about being bitter for her mother coming back from the dead whilst being comforted by someone who'd had to see his own mother die. But if something doesn't bend, it's more prone to break, and Fareeha's spent so much of her life denying herself emotional outbursts that a moment like this threatens to undo her. Experiencing not just all of the important emotional beats in her own life, but someone else's too - someone who struggled more, who was up against more, and who had survived against all odds - puts her right on the edge of what she's able to handle.

She's still tense as Junkrat coaxes her against his chest, but when he gently chastises her she sags against him, reaching one hand around his back for stability as she finally allows herself to cry - soft and steady. It's beyond even her memory the last time she let go like this.

But there's truth to his words, and once she eventually settles herself she feels a little less weighted. There's still a numbness after the whole thing, and she's searching for the right words to follow up with what she'd seen from Junkrat, but as she leans back from him and wipes her face she gives him a wan smile.

For all that they pretty much sat here the entire time, she's exhausted. She takes a moment to compose herself, rubbing her face, finger-combing her hair back into place, and tugging at her shirt. "I don't know about you, but I could really go for some comfort food right about now."