"Okay." She can do that much. As long as he's here, it's okay. She's not sure what she would do if he left now - freak out, probably. Get sick with worry. He's more not-okay now than she's ever seen him; it's strange, typically she's the one panicking and crying, and she would think that would give her a little insight, but it doesn't. And anyway, nothing anyone does ever actually helps. Just time, a quiet room. For her, it's being alone, but she doesn't want him to leave. "Whatever you want. Whatever you need."
Her fingers card through his hair briefly before her hand drops around his shoulders. It's all she can do to make this place safe for him; it's warm in bed and she won't let go until he tells her to.