Gideon didn't care if Amelia didn't follow orders well or if he wasn't in a place to be ordering around. He didn't want her going into the woods after those stupid creatures, but he was obviously not her keeper and she could do what she wanted in all actuality. He wanted to go into the woods after everything, but he still thought Amelia should stay away. She was a woman and more likely to be injured, after all, and all that jazz. Thoughts that weren't voiced both because Gideon was too exhausted to fully think them and too smart to say them.
When Amelia started talking about Teddy, Gideon absentmindedly began playing with the ends of her hair. The hand attached to the arm around her shoulders caught a lock of hair and Gideon began twisting it around his finger. He didn't even really realize he was doing it. One thing he did know, though. "It doesn't sound pathetic," he replied. "Sad, yeah, but not pathetic." Gideon wanted to tell her that she was safe, but at that moment it seemed like nobody in the village was safe. The random deaths proved that, as Amelia well knew.
Sighing, Gideon dropped the lock of hair and pulled Amelia closer against him. "We're not talking about me." It was true, though. He needed sleep and wanted to finally be able to get some sleep, but they weren't talking about him. They were talking about her. "You need to figure out how to sleep without him here, Mel. Cat, dog, stuffed animal, whatever. As long as there's something that can help you sleep." She shouldn't need a man to help her fall asleep, although he didn't know what she'd been through in the village before he'd gotten there. And he didn't want to remind her that, if his nephews got Teddy back, it still wouldn't be the same. Amelia needed a new way independent of anyone in the village.