Yeah. It's personal. And for that reason, Heather can't and doesn't expect him to be overly comforted by anything she says.

But she's still trying. She can't not.

Glancing at him sidelong as she climbs the stairs, she frowns a little bit. Doesn't sound like he'll be getting any sleep tonight...

"... Y'know, my dad makes really good tea. We could bring you a cup later."

The relaxing kind.

Nobody needs caffeine when they're already anxious.