There's a trembling in her shoulders that rapidly turns into a sob of both grief and relief, "Bráithre..."

For a moment it's all she can manage as the tears start to fall again. Nico, perhaps sensing his mother's distress, stirs a little more, a tiny foot pressing just briefly against his namesake's hand.

"...Nicol, \I'm so scared./" Terrified, even. Terrified and mourning and so very, very unsure of what to do.

But at least she's not alone anymore. He's reassured her of that much.