Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever you say. Must of been hard on you.

[He keeps his heavy hand on her head, letting her grasp his wrist. Very much solid, and very much warm, and very much Beowulf. If she wants a hug he'll give her one too, just... you know. It'll be like one of those awkward dad/uncle/brother hugs.]

Well you're not alone. I'm here, Gareth's here, Gawain is here. So, relax.