She rubs his back as he calms, whispering "that's it...just breathe...you're okay..." When he looks at her and says he's ready, she nods, and leans forward to press a gentle, chaste, protective kiss to his forehead. Then she lets him go and gets up, first finding a box of tissues and setting it down next to him to use or not as he pleases, then going out to the hall. McCoy and Rudd are there, waiting patiently.

"We're ready," she says.

They follow her back into the room, and she sits next to the bed, taking his hand again.

"Would you like to continue, Mr. Lasso?" McCoy says.