"I certainly try, my dear," he smiled, crossing the distance of the room in moments to be by her side. Not asking any questions. She didn't need to sigh or sound annoyed for him to see something was very wrong. He was used to the woman being all snark and playful flirting. Not sad smiles. That was almost painful for him to see.
"Then rum it is and you can tell me all about it," he offered, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her from the tent. Not a gentle touch, like he was soothing a wild animal. But solid, comforting and warm. "And anyway, I think we could both do with a drink before the madness starts again."