With the water attended to, she crosses to where Radar is seated, and pulls him into another hug. There's a lot of feelings in her head, a lot of thoughts swirling - but she's pulled the veil back over them, like she used to do with her bloody, clawing ones, because all of that isn't important. Instead, she thinks hard about a certain idea - arms that feel warm, that anchor one to the present, that have enough weight to not be denied.

Right now, if he collapses, he won't fall. He'll be held up, and so will everything else that he feels rests on his shoulders. Nothing will go wrong, if he needs this too.