Winnie pressed her face into his shoulder, despite the pressure it put on her eye. It wasn't an that bad as it was mostly the opposite side connected with his body, but everything hurt anyway, so what was the difference?

Sobs wracked her body, everything pouring out into his shirt. Winnie tried to focus on the sound of his voice, the feeling of being safely pressed up against him. There was no safer place for her right now, Dory was making sure of that, but she couldn't rationally wrap her head around it for a long, long time. It was the exhaustion that finally overcame her and subdued the tears into quiet sniffles.

"I soaked your shirt," She managed in little more than a hoarse whisper, feeling the damp fabric against her cheek. They were in such unfamiliar territory for their relationship that she didn't know what else to say.