Trystan frowned slightly at the tears. That was one thing he found difficult, dealing with tears. He didn't like seeing people cry in general, and really in their place, in their time, it was only women that would do so. The dismissiveness of magic was strange too in some ways. He was used to the ideas of maegi and woods witches and dragons back home, and that was clear magic.
He stepped forward to lightly touch her arm, offering comfort silently. That was how he worked. Quiet suited him a great deal more than talking extensively. There was some concern in his eyes as he looked at the woman, and then glanced at his brother.