[He's not exactly tired of seeing her look like that-- more worried on her behalf. Because she's lovely and lively and fun and brave, and to see her constantly like this just makes him wish he could somehow take away all those bad feelings from her.
(He doesn't know how literal that can be, right now.)]
Yeah, I can see that. [He bites his lip before continuing.] I'm guessin' they're yours. [Because he found one of his own before, and it didn't disappear when he touched it.]