Confused crying! But - she seems to be getting her see-sawing emotions back under control.

Worried waiting-by, threads at hand in case she needs them.

And, a couple of minutes of gasping later, the girl seems to have herself back under control.

"I - what's your name?" she asks, sounding lost.

"Iryi." Nervousness. Wanting to - throw herself at Nausicaa and tell her how she loves her. Or ask if she's forgiven for not listening. But she won't do that right now.

"...Iryi. It's... A pretty name." She hugs herself.

Eee Nausicaa thinks her name is pretty. She didn't pick her name that's not something she did.

"Thank you!" (It's a much more earnest thank you than one might generally expect for name compliments.)

"Where - do you have somewhere to stay?"

"...No.

But you don't have to help me if you don't want to."

Can she feel the thingCan she feel the thing

Shakily: "I want to. People deserve help."

She nods hard. (eee look her beloved is great).

She should also say thank you. "Thank you."

She turns to look at her friends - "Uh, guys, sorry for - this..."

"It's okay, Nausicaa. I totally don't mind if Iryi says with us. Right Sue?"

Sue nods. She seems tense, still.

"Are you ok?" Iryi asks her, quick look at Nausicaa. "Is it something about me? Can I fix it?" (These are definitely Nausicaa's friends).

Small smile. "I think she's alright, just stressed and tired."

Nod nod. 

"...are you ok?

Can I help?"

"I'm... I'm going to be okay. Hopefully. And... You've helped a lot already."

! ! (She lights up, pretty visibly even though she's trying to restrain it a little.)

"I'm glad."

She is pretty obviously waiting for Nausicaa to tell her what to do next.

Nod. "It's - we should get. You settled in. And all."

Nod nod!

She stands, glances at her friends, then says: "Me and Sue live together, pretty nearby."

She is clearly ready to go in whatever direction Nausicaa indicates!

Then, after a few more shaky breaths, she'll lead the way - including Sue and Sakura, as well as Iryi - to a small two-bedroom apartment. It's decorated in a mixture of plain, simply styled things and a riot of warm colors (at least one of the girls has a fondness for swirls and spirals and the color orange).

She thinks it's really pretty.

She also stares around a lot while they walk.

The city's modern, glass-walled buildings and asphalt and cars, though Nausicaa keeps them away from the more trafficked footpaths. "So, uh, where're you from?" she asks, once they're inside. " - And, uh, want something to drink?" Help she has no idea how to host guests...