She lets herself be pulled in, mask firmly in place as she places a gentle hand on each of them; Chris at his waist to assure him of her presence, between Wolfe's shoulder blades to steady him. The cleric gets a soft kiss to his temple and then to his curls as she listens, her expression neutral and calm.

"It's all right. Had I been thinking, I'd have offered to send you updates." That would have kept him from coming out here, at least. She can't be upset at him for thwarting what had built in her when his thoughts are so scrambled, when everything in him is off after being violated in such a way. He needs time to recover, and she's fine. Recovery from too little sleep, a flood of adrenaline, and bearing such emotional weight should come first.

She's fine. She doesn't need anything as much as Chris does.

Exhaling a little breath, she kisses Chris' cheek again and shifts her hand to his lower back. "Where do you want us to be tonight? We need to get clean, but if you need us under the same roof, you'll have that. At mine or Jacob's, or even Marzipan Terrace." Her chest tightens, but it doesn't show in her face as she kisses Chris one last time. "We're here for you, however you want."