Her other hand lights on his cheek, and she presses her brow to his. She can feel the way the tension shifts in his body, just like the time before, when he'd almost bolted from her rooms.

She doesn't speak, doesn't remind him that he's safe here with her. She just lends the warmth of her body, her thoughts -- even if he can't feel them. She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long, slow exhalation.