Her fingers lift, smoothe his hair back, stroke along his jaw, all featherlight and warm. She's gentle as she attempts to soothe with simple affection, sincere in her desire to do so.
She didn't have a choice, neither did he, they had what they had and could only make the best of things. She tried to at least.
"Maybe not." She answers with a soft sigh. "I'd like to try though, if there's anything I can do."