Her eyes immediately shift down to his hand as he pulls away and she curls her fingers into a fist in response to it's absence. She feels a stinging sensation behind her eyes and lets her gaze fall back to the ceiling, quick to will it away.

Now she just feels vulnerable, so she gathers her strength and pushes herself up on her elbows, gritting through the discomfort of actually moving for the first time in days. She gives the room a fleeting once-over before turning back to him. Several immediate questions enter her mind, and despite the circumstances, she instinctively considers which ones he'll actually answer and which ones will scare him away.

She takes careful scrutiny of his reaction as she asks tentatively, "How did you even find me?"