She wrinkles her nose at the assurance that he could be worse, and honestly she can imagine what that might mean. She knows that he's burning from the inside out, and privately she hopes that being here will stay that for a little while, or at least prevent him from having to live with the inevitable terrible conclusion. Ushering him over to the bar and ordering some tea for him, she folds the handkerchief over again and wipes her eyes.

"No, none of that," she chastises him gently. "You were off doing what you were supposed to, right? Finding support, ending the fakes... I can only hope that the others didn't just take his insolence lying down."