She doesn't understand. She doesn't know what to do. So she waits.
She isn't good at waiting.
But he loves her.
She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he does. She would be dead now if he didn't.
And maybe, just maybe, he isn't trying to fight it any more.
He came to comfort her, touched her hair, the one thing she always allowed him to do, no matter how distant they were.
Maybe, somehow, it will work out, no matter how bad it seems right now.
She doesn't know what to do, but pushing doesn't feel right.
She will wait, a little longer, wait for the connection to be stronger.
Then she will fight, fight for him, fight for them.
For now, she will stay by him, protect him if she can.
And hope that when the time comes, she will recognize it.