She was done re-living the memory, and was now fighting for control over her body. Wrestling with her own terrible memory. This was one of the horrible things about being immortal. The memories didn't fade away so easily. In fact, they could outright haunt you.

He called her name, and it centered her more. It gave her something to grasp to bring her out of the past. His hand on her shoulder was just another thing to do so, as well. Yes, he'd startled her, scared her. But that wasn't nearly so bad as the past. The past was done, and he wasn't that man.

She uncurled herself, turning to him. She could only go silently into his arms, holding him as if she wanted to sink into him.