[It helps, in that it brings her back to herself; that sense of self hatred and guilt, at least, dulls enough at his words that she feels embarrassed for saying anything rather than the stronger tide of shame that preceded. The worry and fear, though, stay. That might be why, though she doesn't move from her spot laying on her side, she shifts her arm to come up and hold the hand he puts on her shoulder. It's a silent thanks, even if she feels too self conscious to directly address that outburst.
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After a few moments:]
What if he doesn't go back to normal?