She doesn't lash out, this time, but she doesn't react to his hug either, just letting Lloyd pull her in without moving herself. After a moment she uncurls enough to twist and lean in, resting her forehead against his shoulder as her breathing starts to even out. She's still trembling, but it's less pronounced now, his presence grounding.

"...Sorry," she says, after a long moment. "I just--" She takes a slow breath, lifts her head from his shoulder so she can look down at her hands in her lap. "Guess I should've expected that, with how much happened today." She lets out a shuddery laugh as she forms a fist, loosely, then relaxes it. She's here, and Lloyd's here, and she's not--



--letting anyone else die because of her own incompetence. (Where had that come from?) She straightens up the rest of the way, slowly, looking over to him. His face is hard to make out in the low light, but his bedhead looks as ridiculous as it always does. It's a shame her head's still too much of a mess for her to enjoy it. Still, she smiles, says, "I'll be okay, I think. Did I wake you?" After everything, she'd fallen asleep too fast to see if he'd needed her to make good on that promise.