[McCoy felt a sharp little pang in his heart. Oh, no. Don't start crying on him, kid. He listens, however, and puts on another bandage.] Yeah. It's hard losing loved ones. Even if it's... like this. [He flits a hand. "Like this" being "them suddenly vanishing out of thin air".] But as long as you stay strong, they'll be proud of you, no matter where you are.

[McCoy places a hand on her head, gives it a little ruffle.] I think you've been doin' pretty good, myself.