He squeezes her shoulder, the gesture lighter and more casually fraternal than he's been, more like what they're both accustomed to, but no less deeply sincere for that. It makes his heart ache a little that she would so earnestly feel the need to apologize for intruding on his time.

"You've nothing to be sorry for," he promises her. "I just...want you to be all right. You know that, don't you?"