She doesn't cry...maybe she should be worried that her eyes don't even get misty but she's through crying over that part of her life. She's safe now. No man will ever touch her again without her approval or he will be missing limbs...if he remains breathing at all. She lets Len hold her, their foreheads touching, relaxed, drawing strength from each other. She doesn't know what to say because "It's okay" is not appropriate. It's not okay, none of it is, but she understands things now. She knows Len did what he could...knows he tried his hardest. She doesn't blame him for any of it nor does she think he could have done anything better or differently. It is..simply what it is. Shitty. But they survived.