Having him close helps but his words make her wince a little. Safe is so relative. She was safe but alone and she wonders if he remembers the way it affected her. The quiet blankness of her room when she brought him back with nothing but black and green on the walls.

"I was safe." She promises. Just not the safe he wanted, the safe like they were when they were all together.

"I'm safe right now." She reaches for one of his hands, holds it tight in her own.