It's one of the things that she still doesn't know what to do, and she just stands there for a long while, letting him hold her as she stood in his arms. She didn't know how long she was there, how long it took for her to curl up in bed and sleep what amount she could. She had nightmares-- it was no surprise that she had nightmares, and it was days before things even sort of got close to normal. Even after a week it still wasn't right - he'd move in the periphery of her vision and she'd tense, and the amount of time she spent in their room, in pajamas, eating whatever ice cream she could coax out of the dispenser was somewhat surprising, before she started going out in the world, again.