He's warm and his claws are a little sharp but she doesn't care. Euri closes her eyes and sniffles, and buries her face against him. Part of her absently notes that he still smells good.

"I'm not crying," she mumbles ineffectually, then takes a deep breath to help herself settle down. She refuses to start bawling like some weak, emotional little girl; she's tougher than that. "Don't be dumb. I'm fine."

Euri doesn't push herself away, though. To be honest, she likes the closeness, it's what's keeping her from breaking down. It isn't fair is still ringing in her mind, threatening to make her start sniffling again.