Doll relaxes a little, not quite so tense on Tyki's chest anymore, but still feeling utterly hopeless and spent. It's some relief, though, that Joker apparently has another friend willing to look out for him-- given she was so terrible at it going up against Sora.

She nods against his sternum and snuffles most attractively. "Good. I'm glad." The details are unimportant, no caveats about violence, whatever has to be done... she's fine with it. As long as he's alright.

"He won' tell me the truth, even if I asked. He thinks I'll be happier if I don' know how he's really feelin'."