The weight of his hand around her's gives her mind something definite to focus on and it makes her feel more grounded. At least she finds comfort in the assurance that she's not alone. Her breathing is still faster than normal, but she trusts herself to open her eyes again, turning her head in his direction.

Her mouth is unbelievably dry, but upon seeing him, she manages to croak out his name. The look on her face is something beyond grateful, as the comforting relief of his presence softens her expression and eases her breathing back to a normal pace. She twists her fingers slowly to grip his hand back as best she can in his iron grip.

She doesn't take her eyes off him as she quietly asks, "Where are we?"