For a long while she's content to simple maintain the silence and the contact, because nothing else seems like it would be right, helpful, like it could be remotely valuable. In this moment, Jaime is all that matters, because Jaime is the only person she can fathom helping. Everything else feels so out of reach, and it is a helplessness that she has always despised. She longs to tear herself apart on hooks, to throw herself into a senseless fight and cause because at least that isn't inaction.

Trying to bring comfort to someone else who is lost isn't inaction, though. Eventually, she tugs - truly tugs, because she feels like there is resistance, protest - her gaze away from broken down icons and lets it settle on Jaime.

"Do you pray?" Somewhere between an offer and a simple question, as she tilts her head towards the pews.