[ brings her hand down to his, giving it a squeeze. That he's safe is what matters, and should he ever decide to return to seek another memory, she'll have to find a way to better prepare-- and protect-- him from the oppressive, "loud" atmosphere of the memories. Somehow, someway. ]

...If it's worth anything at all... I think you were brave, doing this. [ She pauses as doubt makes her reconsider her words. ] Not that I think you're not brave for wanting to leave because it was awful. [ Rather, she's glad he's putting himself first rather than pushing himself too much. That is far more progress. ]