He feels her knees buckle and he keeps her on her feet, long enough to guide her back over to the bed, where he props himself against the pillows and pus her down with him, tugging her tight against his chest because he still so desperately wants to just make it all okay again. He doesn't care about anything beyond trying to make her feel safe again.
He's worried he never will achieve that.
She only says two words, but they pack such an emotional punch it almost threatens to leave him breathless. "What do you-- gone? From-- here, the hotel, or-- Lydia, what does that mean?" He doesn't expect an immediate answer, though, and he reaches up to thread his fingers through her hair. It'll be okay, Lydia. It'll be okay.