All the things she wanted to say to him -- to yell at him, to lash out at him for being so damn selfless -- none of it really mattered, in the end. It wasn't his fault, he hadn't done it yet. It wasn't fair to burden him with all that, not like this.

So she just swallowed hard, allowed herself another few seconds to hold him, before slowly loosening her grip and leaning back, pressing both hands' fists against her thighs to try to compose herself.

"Sorry," she murmured again, this time referring to the way she'd clung to him.