She doesn't break the silence again. She was trying to do something when she started, but she's not sure if she helped or not, not sure if anything can; she holds on, and she breathes slow and even, and she leans against him, and she might have fallen asleep except that she's keeping herself perfectly balanced where she is.

She might have fallen asleep except when he finishes, when he leans in close to her, she reaches up behind her with her other hand to cup it to the back of his neck, gently, to hold him close to her - the two of them knotted up together like loneliness and grief and damage.