His words struck her like a slap to the face, reassurance radiating through her even as he steadily pushed her back. She nearly scrambled for him, her arms going rigid momentarily as she wondered whether or not he was going to just leave her there, but then he was lying at her side, pulling her against him, and it was all okay.
It was all going to be okay.
She melded to his chest, eyes closed as she relaxed against him, taking deep breaths and sighing each time through her nose. Calm. She felt calm, and she knew that while he was here there would be no nightmares.
"Memphis," she asked, her voice a quiet shift in the calm that had settled in the room, like a ripple on the surface of a glassy lake. "I, God still loves me, right?"