She draws him in and holds him close as she murmurs soft sounds of comfort. Susan keeps one arm around his body and cups her other hand over the back of his neck, threading her fingers gently through his hair.

"I kennit. Let it come, dear one." He'd said before that he didn't ken how he'd bear it if Rilian were to return, and she'd made him a promise then that she means to keep, oh aye. "I have thee. Let it come."