She almost jumps as the hand touches her.  So wrapped up in her pain, in her thoughts that she didn't see the hand come across.  She looks to him.  The paths of swiftly flowing tears streaking across her cheeks, more visible now that she is nearly dry from the rain.  There is gratitude showing.  For his presence, his concern and his silence but also for his space granted.  He didn't once come over and hug her.<br/><br/>"oh dear"  She shifts uncomfortably as she realizes they have come some distance in their ride already.  She becomes more agitated.  Something unsettled overtakes her eyes.