Her eyes soften, and she lets go of his hand, her arms slipping around his neck as they don't stop moving, but she's hugging him, her lips against his cheek and her eyes closed as she holds him tight for that one second, and she wishes - really, truly wishes that she could bring his brother back for him, that all of this could have stopped, but she just pulls back after those few moments to press a kiss to his lips, and then to step back to where she had been, to take his hand if he's still offering.

Because she doesn't have words, because she knows how it hurts, and it's all she can do, to hold him close and then nod, because she understands. She doesn't ask anything else, because what can she say, and she lets him.... not talk, or talk, or ask, or not ask, just how he chooses.