Her hands fall but they keep pushing, a token of resistance even as her head falls forward on his shoulder. She's too exhausted and shakey shaken for anything else. There's no one else to cry to today, no Simon, no Dawn, no Sol, (no Godric, no Kaylee), no one left. Just this brother-shaped thing in front of her she can't fully understand.

"You aren't," and she matches him repetition for repetition, like it'll make it clearer.