[ Her attempt at a reassuring smile softens at his touch, melting into one of relief and, just, happiness. Because she's still happy that she stayed as much as she feels guilty about thinking about leaving, happy that he's finally safe.

His thanking her does give her some confusion, though, and her brows furrow every so slightly in that regard. ]

Peter, I-- I should be the one thanking you. You went through so much for us. I can't... I can't even imagine how much pain you've been through.

[ She stops there, because she figures that talking about what happened is probably the last thing he wants, at the moment, so instead she'll climb into bed and sit beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. ]

Anyway, I should be saying sorry, too. I lost my cool a few times back there, didn't I? That wasn't cool of me.