[She doesn't react much, but she doesn't pull away or stop him. Her hand comes up slowly, hovering lightly over his sleeve, fingers curling in on the fabric just a little. It is a comfort.
She closes her eyes and her thoughts aren't about this being wrong, because at the moment her thoughts aren't really about Tyki at all. Later when she reflects on it she'll be touched by the gesture and then probably rebuke herself for it.]