She closes her arms around him, and lets him take what he needs. She'd give him all the strength she had, if she could. All her confidence and her courage. Whatever is hers, she would gladly give him if it would make any of this better, for even a moment. She doesn't speak, since he hasn't. She just held him, for as long as he wanted, as long as he needed.

If she noticed him crying while his face was hidden, she made no comment. There were no jokes for this, no flirting, just the quite sharing of strength, just the giving of what comfort she could.