[There's really not much Devin can do but be there and pretend he doesn't feel a creeping sense of helplessness taking hold. It's faint, at least, since this seems to be what Aly needs right now. After, though-- well, they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. Maybe being there is the best thing he can do.

Tentatively, Devin makes tiny circles with his thumb against her back, raises his other hand and cradles Aly's head against his shoulder. Things the Fool has sometimes done for him, for comfort and contact. Devin's heart aches for her with every sob and tremble, and he'll stay there patiently for as long as necessary, until she's ready to move or speak or whatever else.]