She can't know what he's thinking, what he's remembering, but it really doesn't matter. It's enough to hear that uneasy laugh, the skepticism inherent in the sound. Her words aren't exactly reassuring; she knows they're not, not when he can probably barely trust his own senses, but - well.

This is all she can do. It'll have to be enough.

"I know." She nods, turning her head away from him again, eyes unseeing and unfocused, staring into the middle distance. Her grip on his hand never wavers. "You don't have to. Just - We have to try."