Douglas stepped back not wanting to make the situation worse.  The lass was beside herself.  Grief, he understood now when she mentioned losing everyone she knew.  That she would lose the job because he was concerned didn't make sense.  Surely Tristan wouldn't fire the lass because he gave her some concern. 

"Lass, I would nae 'arm yu.  I just want tae be of 'elp."  He picked up the chair that had fallen, then heard a thump out side the kitchen.  "I would nae cause yu tae lose yur job.  I dinna think yu need worry aboot it.  Sit down, lass, let yurself calm."  He thought she needed some whiskey more than he and Tristan did.  That he was affected by the whiskey himself, that logic was not the kind he would normally come up with.