[Is there not merit in taking comfort in others in the wake of something to terrible? Something to put distance between the memory of swaying up so high, of plummeting downwards so quickly.]

Firstly...

[An arm around her, bringing them both down to flop onto the mattress together, side by side.]

To lie these weary bones down. And after that, perhaps you'd let me touch you, in ways that I have not been able to in such a long while?