She can't think about it. Doesn't want to, is refusing to. Whatever it is, she can't fully process the implications of everything involved in this mission of his right now, her mind caught in a whirlwind of half realized connections. Her own eyes are closed for a long moment, her body still rigid.

With a faint sigh she slides down off the couch, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder.

"I just need you to --" not go. "To be safe."