This is surreal to him. In his young life he's had very little grief, and none of it compares to losing his entire family, his entire world. Those tragedies he did endure... he was the one leaning on others. He was always the collapsed figure sobbing against someone else. Here, now, straining his back to hold Amelia, he feels wholly inadequate. He feels sympathetic tears well up in his eyes and he quickly blinks them away. Swallows hard.

Stroking her arm and then holding her close, he takes a deep, shaky breath. "Don't worry about me. Really. I'm... I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I'd meant to. I'd kept meaning to, but..." He sighs and lets his excuses fall away. "When you're ready... I'll make you some of my tea. It lets you sleep dreamlessly. You must be exhausted... But only when you want. I'm... I'll... I'll be here as long as you need me."