She's trying her best to rouse herself out of her stupor, but it's hard when things have been hard and staring at the butterflies was so easy in contrast. She's struggling with problems she doesn't know how to put into words, even if she'd been inclined to share them in the first place.

But the second squeeze gets her attention.

At his request, she slowly turns her head to face him. She's trying to focus, she really is, but. That means focusing on her pain, too. "I...yes. I can do that. What are these?"