Ava remains still, though not overly stiff, at least she knew this was coming. Just takes in the feeling of having a body pressed against hers, arms around her that aren't trying to take her down. It's a lot. Both what she needs, and her emotional tipping point.

She doesn't respond, not verbally, just a shuddering as she slips in and out of focus, and a dampening of Yelena's shoulder with her face buried against it. The crying is completely silent, after years of practice. Until she lets out a very small sob, because there's nobody to hide it from anymore.