[His expression softens in sympathy as she wipes her eyes.] You been fightin' all that, all this time?

[He figured there was more to her than met the eye, but he never would have guessed it was -- this. He's not sure whether he should be reassessing her as a potential threat or comforting her. And here he thought eating could be awkward for him, but for her it wasn't just a difficulty that could be worked around so much as a constant, insatiable urge...]

C'mere. [He uses the hand she's gripping so tightly to tug her into a rough hug. He's not really the type, frankly, thought he'd made himself hardened against such things years ago, but she looks like she could use it. (And, he supposes, after the dance, it came just that little bit easier to him.)] You got friends to rely on, now. If things start gettin' scary, we'll all help you out.