It is of note. You hold on to these things— or they to you.

[ She walks herself backwards with him until her legs hit the bed and she can sit, settle herself back against the pillows, and keep pulling to see if she can get him to settle against her. ]

What anyone thinks one should wail about has long been irrelevant to me, [ she sounds wryly self-aware rather than apologetic, ] I do it when there is wailing in me and I think that the proper order of things.

[ And soft again, for him. ]

But you may whisper instead, if you like.