It takes her a little while to get herself under control; there's just a lot to take in, and she'll be trying to make sense of it... probably until it all comes to pass.

She wants to say something-- something like I'm sorry you've had to hold all that back but it doesn't feel right, it crumbles to dust in her mouth, so she just holds him and lets him hold her until both of them are breathing evenly.

And when she pulls away-- not far, but enough to scrub at her face with the cuff of her sleeve-- she gives him a watery smile. Tinged with inevitable sadness, but genuinely glad, too.

"I'm glad you told me," she says earnestly.