Okay. As many minutes as you want. [ She can't offer a great deal, but she can smooth her fingers over his cheekbones, down along his arms and to stroke the back of his hands for a moment before she cradles his face again, reassurance in any physical way she can offer it and in her mind close, seeking to put herself between him and his memories.

The checks and the cross-checks, she can't speed that up or help this place be more real to him through anything but her presence. She can only hope that helps enough. ] I'm fine, I promise, you don't need to worry about me. Just remembering where you are, okay? [ Because she knows spacing out, knows the fear that you're actually back there and not here, that your mind is just putting you somewhere better temporarily. She doesn't want him to have to think that. ]