Tas kept stroking her hair, hoping that he could do something more. He hoped that he was being soothing. He wanted to do more. He didn't like that he couldn't protect her from this too.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, "That sounds hard," he hesitated and shrugged, "It's weird but it must be easier than what you feel." He wanted to ask what he could do but instead he kept stroking her hair.