She gasps softly as he does, pulling thinly in, her chest aching as the relief washes over her in sudden absence. Resigned as she had been, she could weep for the first kind word since her world had fallen apart. It takes the heat out of it, and eyes sting with it, wet against lashes that she shuts completely.

Rather, her hand turns into his hold in a shameless press of appreciation. Her thick, dark hair falling over to hide both her face and his contact away as it slips over her shoulders. Worried to lose this scrap of kindness, the only respite she'd been offered, by anyone. "I should not." It's mournful. "But I would be glad to know your name."