Charlie turns to look at him, smiling as well. She's still tired, still pale but at least she looks significantly less stressed. He helps, just by being there. Her arm reaches backwards for him, brushing against his side before her fingers curl into his shirt some. There's a slight tug. She wants him closer, just for how reassuring it is to have him near.

"People'd say you were nuts for even doing it once." Charlie'd think he was insane for doing it because it was a huge risk, but she wouldn't have it any other way.