← (She stands up straight and looks at them, still with her back to the door. In a dry, provocative voice:) ✎
← She bursts into a fit of dry sobbing. 🔊✎
← I’m dried out. I can’t take anything, I can’t give anything. How can I help you? I’m a dead branch, ready to start burning. 🔊✎
← I have no regrets, I have no complaints. I’m dry too. But I can feel pity for you. 🔊✎
← He utters one dry sob and covers his face with his hand. ESTELLE puts her arms round him. ✎