When she presses her ear against him, he lifts his other hand to put it on her head, curling his fingers to gently rub them gently against her scalp.

"I know."

He's not sure he can help her much with that, as much as he'd like to. And as much as he could tell her that she is free, that no one here will lock her up or force her to do anything, that she has every right to deny anyone anything, it won't free her from the scars or the memories. Even when everything has passed, they still linger.