"Wait," she said and stood, "Let me help ye. Ye look unsteady," she moved to him and assuming he didn't stop her, she'd tuck herself under one of his arms and do this in a steadying way. She would not ask him why he trembled, she would not pry, but she would help support him somehow. She did not look up at his face as she attempted to guide him to the spot where he was usually spotted when asleep. Once she knew he was safely laying upon the couch, she would get Jacob and leave Edward to calm himself. The scent of her soap, nothing fancy or flowery, would probably drift toward his nostrils as they moved across the room at a pace he could handle.