Her smile echoed his - a faint thing, but there all the same. "Yes," she said, knowing full well that she could walk on her own, but wanting to meet the need she felt within him - the need to know that she was home and she was safe. And then, because the City was full of resources and she didn't have to fear for Peter, she reached out for his hand and set it against her hip. The bruises were from her hips downward - if bruises were all that Aidan had left her with. He'd squeezed her so tightly with his need to stay put that she wouldn't have been surprised if the pressure had caused hairline fractures. She hurt.
And she didn't have to hurt. Evey looked up at Peter, knowing she didn't have to ask, either.