"Range," she murmurs before she can help herself, otherwise listening patiently through Amelia's second rant. That is a mystery, why she would be going to bed hungry, although if she's ruining enough of the meals that she's trying to cook, there might not be enough leftover to eat...

But talk of that can wait. She smiles kindly at her friend and joins her on the couch. "Sure. Take all the time you need." She offers her hand, in case the rogue would like something to grip other than her disheveled hair. "I'm here to help you, Amelia. However you need me." If it means simply sitting in silence, she can do that, too.