He watched her eyes close, didn't fear the loss of contact this time. She was calmer now, her body had ceased shaking. Even though her fingers were still tight, bunched around the fabric of his t-shirt, her weight was against him, warm and heavy and not tense anymore. He let out an exhale, closed his eyes and thanked whoever might be listening that she was better.

He pulled her forward against his chest carefully, his lips and nose against the crown of her head. He gave into the pressure of her body, the exhaustion in her limbs, and slowly sat back against the wall, pulled her with him. "It's okay," he breathed into her hair. "You're okay."