Rory couldn't blame Rae for not getting up. She hadn't expected her to, not really. Why else would she have entered after a single knock, with no warning beyond that? Rae was allowed to stay on that bed as long as she wanted to. As long as she needed to. Anybody who said otherwise could screw off. Rory might not have personal experience in this type of loss, but she knew her friend had a huge hole in her heart right now, and if Rory couldn't help protect her baby's father, at least she could protect Rae as she grieved.
It was the least she could do. It would always be the least she could do, because Rory couldn't bring Elliot back, but doing something was a start. As long as it helped Rae a tiny bit, that was fine.
The words Rory needed were stubbornly refusing to come. She didn't know how to offer comfort in a situation like this, but when Rae sat up, Rory stepped further into the room, getting closer to the bed. "It's okay. I just want to spend some time with you," she said simply. It was the best she could come up with. The question about Ellie took her by surprise. "She's...she's doing okay. She's coming along." She isn't going to die. No, that wouldn't help. Rory lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, reaching to touch Rae's hand.
She didn't have the words, but she was there. Maybe that could be enough to start helping.