Frederic wrapped his arms around her and leaned half of his face into her hair, breathing in the now-familiar scent of whatever hair product she used. "If that's what you think is best... though if there is anything, anything at all, you want or need me to do to, ah, soften the blow, I am more than willing," he reiterated, hiding his smile-less face from her, not wanting her to see he was troubled by the image she was painting of her brother. "Is... is there anything I could tell you that may pacify him even the slightest if he knew?"