Godric would not normally like to be touched without permission, and might catch that hand and divert it away. But River seems to need the contact, and the slowness of her motion gives him ample warning, so he allows it. It's only a brush of warm fingers on the cool skin of his face, but apparently it settles her.

"Leave?" He turns that over in his mind. He knows about her brother, but... "Who else, Litten Amiral?"