She didn't have to worry about deciding if she was going to eventually approach him or not, Wash took care of that for her. When he got within a step of her and she didn't reach for something to hit him with, he moved his hands to take hers. His gentle grasp attempted to quell the shaking by bringing her hands to his sides before he embraced her.
The only way Wash could rationalize what she was saying was to consider it part of some dream she'd had. Some terribly realistic dream that had her all kinds of shaken up. He'd never seen her like this. In all these years of marriage and even that time before, he'd never seen her worked up in this fashion.
"Zoe, baby, I'm here, okay?" A wrinkle in his brow noted the confusion that swelled beneath the surface of his attempt to reassure her. He wasn't quite sure that she believed him when it came to that. "You don't need to save me, I'm safe. You didn't leave me, because you're right here now.. with me." Every worry, every admission of some guilt he couldn't comprehend was countered with his attempt at reassuring her. His lips touched softly upon hers in a chaste kiss. "I love you, Zoe. There's nothing for you to feel sorry about."