Kiernan set the bottle on the table and took Mag's direction, falling into the couch beside her. Whatever she had to say, he knew it couldn't be good. For something to rattle her, of all people, this much... but he decided to let her tell him, rather than him trying his hand at blind guesswork or leading her in any which direction. Luckily, she seemed okay enough to do this without much, or any, prodding from him. No surprise there, really; she was one of the strongest people he had ever met and ever will meet.
He took her hand and gently squeezed. "Take your time," he said.