[So he can't do much for her in the way of offering repairs... he can't even offer her any snacks for whatever soul-healing that would be able to do. But. She went hard for everyone, she's a fucking mess (they're all a fucking mess-)...

And her heart's out.

That, at least, he can maybe do a little bit about.]

Lady Dorothy, if it isn't too forward a'me to offer-

[He's already shrugged off his jacket, so he holds it out to her. One sleeve is barely hanging on, and it's so much bloodier than he'd like an offering like this to be, but... it's not like he can do any better right now.]

Seems t'me like it might be a mite uncomfortable t'have your chest open like that. Can't do anything t'help fix it, me, but...