She let him help her back to the bed, going without protest this time. His touch was grounding, reminding her of the life she had on this world. The life she had with him.

"Steve, I--" She wanted to apologize for having put him through that, for making him worry about her, but the words wouldn't come. Opening her mouth to try again, all that came out was a sob as she leaned into him and started to cry from the weight of her grief, guilt, and frustration.