Verity sat up straight, turning to look from him to the Healer and back again. Her hands were both on her husband; one on his arm, and one on his temple, after moving the tears from his face. She felt her heart slipping further and further into icy water as they talked. She wanted nothing more than to be there for her husband, to support him. She hated that he felt he needed to reassure her.
She leaned over and kissed his temple, moving her hand into his hair. She didn't have anything to say at the moment. Nothing useful, anyway.