She breathes a quiet, watery laugh when he teases her.

"Think I've done enough for one day."

She eases into his embrace, in control of both the speed and the closeness, for which she's completely grateful for; but it's the gentle pressure of the hand at her back that she concentrates on. It reminds her both that he's really here, and that he cares.

She rests her forehead on his shoulder, hands in fists that linger just shy of touching him, but arms nonetheless snug around his middle.

"Thank you," she murmurs against his jacket.