That's a surprise. He knows she's upset, but she isn't shell-shocked now, she isn't crying and she hasn't woken from a nightmare. But she's still holding onto him, she's still curled so sweetly into him that it makes the breath catch in his throat.

His hands shift almost hesitantly, to rest on her back, the back of her head, right between the buns.

"You're not letting them get to you, are you?"