[That's. A question, for certain. One that she's transparently not prepared for. She doesn't even have time to try concealing that. So instead for some moments, she simply lingers in a heavy quiet. And then she begins to reclaim her hands.]

Whatever your truth is.

[Sounds like an easy answer, but it's not.]

No one else can tell you that except you. You don't have to tell anyone else either, if you don't want to, because it's yours.