'babies are fragile...but this one isn't :DDDDDD'
He took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. He didn't know her name, nor did he need to. He wanted to listen. "And you have a right to be. Don't let anyone, not even your parents, ever tell you it's not okay to be scared."
He shrugged, "it's not for everyone. And if your dad ever wants to stay home," he took out a card and handed it to her, "Call me. I'll come help free of charge. People should be allowed to be wherever they please." He cleared his throat, "but. As for you. This is scary. I can't imagine how scary it might be."
"What I can do is listen and offer what small advice I can. And let you know you are not alone if feeling so afraid." He frowned, "but, death is not the end of the journey." He gave a small smile, "but that is where belief comes in and that is an answer I cannot give to you. Faith is something you find, or not find, on your own."