His hand, that connection to something real and familiar was enough to calm her down. Fingers twined tightly with her and she gave a small nod of her head. It was her that led the way to her bedroom, and the moment she crossed over the threshold, she went utterly still, looking over towards the closet and freezing where she stood.
The light was still on, a harsh yellow cast over the plain carpet, the tumbler she had dropped still laying nearby. Her hand went limp in his fingers as she stared, a soft whimper, a sound that she could not control, issuing from her slack lips.