Anastasia leaned into him without hesitation, attempting to find a center for herself. She felt like she couldn't find her balance, causing the world to spin and weave so she closed her eyes and rested one hand on Charlie's back. The other hand moved as if it had a mind of it's own, making itself into a claw, then a fist, then gripping the biggest paint brush in front of her and holding it like a knife. Through all of it, Anastasia kept her eyes closed and just focused on Charlie. He was safe and familiar and would never let her be hurt.