It was surprising that she had managed to keep herself together as well as she had until she had been able to find him. The goal of finding him through all the chaos had been something to focus on, to keep going and not stop to freak out. Everything had been fine, the concert fantastic (although she had missed Jeb at her side, admittedly). Then everything...well, it all went to pot.
Now she had found him, and with the goal gone, it had been too much to keep from crying.
His arms around her again were just what she needed, a concrete, physical reminder that he was there. That she had not lost him. Still, sobs wracked her body as she went willingly against Jeb's body, tucking her face in that familiar place of the crook of his neck and shoulder. Each of her hands became fisted and pulled up and close to her chest, between them, instinctively trying to make herself smaller than she already was to be as surrounded by him as possible.
It was safer here, she knew, in his arms. Hearing his voice. Gradually the tears tapered off until it was more or less sniffling that made her feel much more pathetic and much less like the confidant businesswoman she was.