She had stormed away from him, back turned, but now she slowly looked over her shoulder to watch him. She was pretty short-sighted and even a little selfish sometimes, but even Tink could see Woody was struggling with his own sadness. Though she couldn't understand his disjointed words, the gist was there -- he was haunted by his own nightmare too, after all.

She paused for a moment but then went to his side again, kneeling at his feet and placing her head on his knee, face in her crossed arms. She still didn't want him to see her cry, so she kept her face hidden. "It w-won't happen..." she agreed through her tears. In her own way, she was trying to comfort him too.