Anna let peace make its way through. She didn't have a time table for it. Instead she just lay there, mindful of all the things that made her skin crawl in terror and memories, but careful because she needed to help him. He'd helped her, and he'd made an awful choice and now needed her help.
She smoothed her hand over his hair as he let the sob loose. She murmured, nothing so much as words but simple sounds, before she slid off the bed and pulled him off the bed and deposited him into the warm bath, and returned a moment later with a wash cloth and set aside all of her terror and focused on letting him cry it out and getting him cleaned up.