Her eyes focused on him, not changing to pity, but with understanding and empathy. She let her hand curl around his and she tilted her head, letting him say what needed to be said after being bottled up for far too long. She let him cry, did not judge him for the tears that gathered in his eyes. Then she squeezed his hand and gently urged him to sit up. Assuming he did so, she moved in to wrap her arms around him, propriety be damned. She wasn't doing it as a woman, currently, she was doing it as his friend. Her thoughts were not on anything untoward even if someone might get the wrong impression upon possibly walking in on the scene.

The hug was instinctive, the need to comfort him was great. "I am here, Edward," she uttered his name this time, it was a lot more personable than being proper at that point. He needed one person just to let him do this while someone else was supporting him.