David watched her for a moment, looked at her hand and then up again. Her nose seemed to be bleeding slightly, but not as bad as it might have ... have wash the handkerchief when he had the chance. The oddest thing was that she was still holding his hand; he'd done something that quite frankly scared the crap out of him, and she was holding his hand, whether or not she was now just not able to let go.
"It's okay." Moving slowly enough that it wouldn't come as a total surprise, David turned and used his fee hand to pull Arla into a tight hug. There was a chance that he was taking advantage of the fact that for a moment she didn't seem to be able to run away, wasn't entirely playing fair, but at the moment -- well, he needed it.