[He glances her over, and the sharpest layer of his anxiety slowly fades as his eyes confirm no scrapes or bruises. What little he had seen of the video still prods at him, but...perhaps she was just shaken up by the experience.]
It's...it's okay. You didn't mean to leave. It wasn't your fault. [A little hesitantly, he'll reach for her arm to usher her to the couch for some needed sitting down. Rest will help...right?]
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It's...it's okay. You didn't mean to leave. It wasn't your fault. [A little hesitantly, he'll reach for her arm to usher her to the couch for some needed sitting down. Rest will help...right?]