It startles her enough, for a moment, that she nearly stops crying -- she hasn't been held since she was a child, since before she was taken to the basement and left in the dark, and surely at any moment Lancer will feel the worms crawling beneath her skin and draw away, disgusted, as he ought to be and as she deserves. It won't last, she tells herself, it won't last, but it does, and after only a matter of moments her resolve gives out; she clutches him close, buries her face against his chest and cries as though the world has ended around her.