Tracey gave a soft hummed noise as his fingers threaded through her hair. They'd been through so much, seen so much death and pain, that in a way she craved the simple contact with him, the reminder of being alive. "I was terrified," she admitted softly, letting one of her hands come up so her fingers could curl into the hair at the nape of his neck. "But I just kept thinking about what you would do, and that's what I did."