Ino knew better than to say anything like 'I shouldn't be' and 'why aren't I dead too' because those, at least, had been entirely up to luck.

She'd done nothing to cause the disaster, nothing to be blamed for. Luck, and her father for protecting her.

And now she was clinging and trying not to sniffle too much because somehow, even when all she wanted to do was cry forever it was... too embarrassing, in public. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, "for th-this..."

But she wasn't letting go just yet.