In all of her time here, she'd only cried once. Shortly after she'd arrived, and she'd made damn well sure she was alone. She didn't want to be weak, not in front of these guys.

But right now, after it's all done and she feels like she can't fall any further, tears are the last of her worries. And she's not going to fight that lump in her throat. So she clutches onto his hand and just sobs.

Loud, pathetic, ugly sounds, but at least it's a release.

And she trusts him enough to let him see.