The look on her face shifts to something relieved, and she reaches up, feeling for where his hand might be to hold it again, searching for that contact so she doesn't feel unmoored here.

"Wayne...thank you."

Words said to drown out the apology she wants to give for falling to pieces, to express what truly matters. Her own self consciousness can't override the fact that he needs to know how much it means, that she's grateful he'd hold onto her like she did him, so their flesh might remain on their bones.

She's still awake when she shuts her eyes, for a while longer. It'll take a little bit before her body lets that last part of guard go, to lay it down and rest like she dearly wishes to.