She turns into him when he pulls her close, and she didn't realise just how much she needed this. Someone - anyone who she counted as a friend - to hold her close and to tell her it would be alright. When she'd said she was okay, maybe she meant that she was alive; she was whole, and it wasn't her body that they found, if they would even found that.

She's trembling - too much pressure, too much had happened in the last two days. "I'm not dead," she says thickly, and she makes this sort of hiccuping laugh sound that's painful not only to hear but for her to make. "So that's a win, right?" The gossip actually hadn't gotten all the way around just yet - some of it had, but not enough to make what happened common knowledge.