"We all did it," Beverly replied - just a minor correction, but it was important. Stan too - he may not think he was brave, or the 'weakest link,' however he wanted to phrase it, but he'd literally died for them. He sacrificed himself, and if that wasn't bravery then she didn't know what was. "It still - it doesn't go away inside, mentally, you know? Not for any of us. But at least now we can help each other."
She flung her arm across his chest before burrowing like a hibernating animal - it was cozy, and when she flexed her fingers she could feel his heartbeat, palm pressed there. A comforting sensation, and she was all too grateful to whatever dynamics were at play to actually bring Stan here. "I'm happy for them," she laughed a little in an undertone. "I think they deserve something nice after all that." And if they could have it here, all the better - they didn't have to hide. Bev would be supportive.
"So you've been here a month and it's been...fine?" she asked, since she didn't know what to expect, really. For the long term, if that was actually going to be a thing. "Get any bird watching in, at least?"