She cries a little as she's held, her tears spotting the soft fabric of Neil's shirt, but there's something a little cleansing about it after everything that's happened today. When he sways, she moves with him, letting the motion soothe her further along with the touch of his fingers in her hair. If all of it reminds her of other small moments of gentleness in the aftermath of something awful only a few months ago, of being held close by a different boy until she fell asleep in his arms--and if that reminder sparks some kind of realization--it's only distant for now.

"He's okay now," she says, echoing Neil's words like the repetition will make them true. "Or will be, I think. They had to...I think he'll need to rest at home for a time, let the stitches heal, but." She sniffles. "Better than the alternative." That Nick's still alive at all still seems to her more due to the work of the doctors than her own clumsy attempts, but she doesn't have the energy, or the will, to argue with Neil about it now.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she smudges a kiss against his cheek instead. "Thank you for this."