At least Amelia wasn't trying to lie about feeling horrible. It was one better than he was doing, but Gideon was convincing himself he was pretending for her sake. It was easier than the truth. She sounded terrible, like she was holding something back. Probably tears, but Gideon hoped those stayed away. Or perhaps she was just exhausted like he was. It was highly probable. They'd been fighting hard for too long and using all their energy to keep those damn monsters at bay.
When Amelia spoke again, Gideon figured the best thing he could do was listen until she stopped. He couldn't relate to her problems at the moment because, while his great-nephew had died, he hadn't known him as long or as well as Amelia had known Susan. It might be a horrible thing to say, but it was the truth. He was determined to get to know Jamie if/when he came back, but there was nothing he could do about that right now. And he was there for Amelia because she'd asked him to be. He wasn't going to talk about his problems or about the deaths at all.
She was right. That was a very depressing thought, and he wished there were something he could do about it. But he couldn't bring Susan back. He couldn't make it so none of this happened. His nephews couldn't do that last bit, either, and they ran the village. They might be able to do the first part, but not during this shit. "No going in the woods," Gideon said in as authoritative a tone he could manage. Gideon sighed and put his arm around Amelia's shoulders, not really sure what else to do at that moment. "You really do need to figure out how to sleep." He did, too, for that matter, but she never slept.