The sobbing still so quiet, at least doesn't require much more than that touch before she manages to pull herself together. Though she keeps her hands over her face, as she wipes at her eyes, still half-hidden against his shoulder.

"No, it is I that must ask your forgiveness. You are being very kind, I did not mean to impose upon you for any answers about what has happened. You just..." she isn't quite sure what to say. "You said something my brother might say."

She is a grown woman, leader of a country, even if it is an Isle, spokesperson for the people, and Daughter of the Father-Sea. She ought to be better than this.