She lets him grip her hand and doesn't budge from his side the entire surgery. She doesn't pat his arm condescendingly or offer any sort of false hopes -- she doesn't know where this is going, and she has no idea if Max will pull through.

It's a long time to stand in her finery, but she doesn't utter a sound of shift her feet, even though by the end every part of her aches from standing. Instead, she gives his hand a gentle little squeeze, reassuring and reminding him that she's still here, and still with him.

"...Come with me." She glances up at him, not just a little misty eyed. "I will fix you something warm to drink."