She's frowning by his second objection, and while she doesn't interrupt, she digs her fingers lightly into the front of his hoodie, and shakes her head.

It feels nice, to be held. But he's wrong, and telling him that is more important than enjoying that. Just.

"It's not your fault either! How could you know, when he hid his voice and his hand and lied to us? It's all his fault, daozhang shouldn't blame himself! That--"

But he seems distant enough that she stops there. What if he doesn't remember the last moments, or what happened to the other daozhang? She can't mention him, just in case.