Her fingers curled around his, grateful to have something to hold on to again. It was a lot easier to listen to that gnawing loneliness when she was too much of everything else to ignore it. The warmth of his hand was the one nice thing she could reach, so she was going to hold on to that.

... The blanket was nice too, and the instinct to try and burrow in it was strong. Bye.

It was very muffled due to all the aforementioned burrowing, but there was a tiny 'thank you' floating up from the pile.