He folded his fingers around hers, broad and rough from years of hard work, fixing bikes and hauling lumber and whatever else gave him cash-in-hand at the end of the day. She felt so small, so delicate, that it tore at him a little to see her upset. To know what she'd gone through - and still was.
"Because of..." he tapped his temple gently, wondering if she didn't remember because she'd had an episode, or if she'd been knocked out.