The soft sigh that slipped from her lips when he fitted her against him sounded more like relief than anything else. She pressed just a little closer, struck as always by how very right it felt to be in his arms. His bare skin against hers eased some of the tension coiled in her limbs. She'd almost lost this cherished embrace, and even though he was holding her she wanted to cling to him. She laid her hand over the one around her, letting her fingers slip into the spaces between his.

After considering his words for a few moments she said softly, "If you need me to just listen, I'll just listen. I promise I can do that... If there's anything I need to respond to, I can do so in the morning. And if there are things I don't need to respond to... that's okay, too." The idea of holding her tongue through whatever he might say wasn't particularly appealing, but if it was the only way he could talk to her now, she wanted to let him talk. She owed him that and so much more.