She can sense when you're wanting to brood and deliberate over matters gloomily, Angel. Better get used to it.

Cordelia rests the side of her head on his chest, and concentrates on her breathing, waiting for the wooziness to pass. If he had a heartbeat, she would've been hearing it by now - but, it's actually better, more comforting that he didn't. She clutches his shirt with one hand and scoots closer, making herself more comfortable in the process. His presence, his familiar scent, everything about Angel is helping to soothe her now - and she's suddenly very, very grateful that they got to her - to all of them - just in time.