He stepped into the elevator next to her, brow knitted with concern. He remembered how Rachel had been when she'd arrived here, that she'd stayed because here, her family was alive, and because here she could have a chance at happiness. He took a breath, letting it out slowly, before he reached over, placing a warm and strong hand on her shoulder. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle, caring, and sympathetic.

"You don' have ta talk 'bout dis, chere."