[ And thus she approaches him, finally, reaching to place a hand on his back and give it short, gentle strokes. She feels that if she could be upset and sad in seeing friends whom she had met here, what more something more disturbing than the bodies of comrades known to one as already lost?
She would embrace him but she tries to feel for how much she would be allowed to do.
She does not speak -- she knows he will speak if he needs to, and the least she she can do is listen. ]