She paused for a moment before letting her eyes close and nodding against him.

"I'll be all right," she said quietly, her usual sass, her usual armor. Lois Lane, gets writer's block unless she's in a flak jacket, hard as nails, general's daughter and honorary Howling Commando... Lois Lane didn't quail or curl up after things got rough. Lois Lane was fine.

...except here, with her 'uncle' Jim, with the family that she'd managed to find and who'd found her, with people who weren't just waiting for permission to go off and care about something else? She wasn't fine. Not yet.

"I'm just... so fucking glad to be home. Home's safe."