She didn't look like she had fallen, to Finn. On her knees like that, no scrapes - no, this was more of an emotional tumble than anything else, he concluded. Though he waited for her to confirm that. When she started to apologize Finn frowned and shook his head. "Don't be absurd, sweetheart," Finn agreed gruffly with what Marcus said. "You're stronger than anybody has any right to expect."
When Marcus gestured and moved back, Finn crouched down, set the saw aside and started to help pick up the rest of the things. When it was all returned to the box, he spotted the pieces of the broken trophy, one still clutched in each of Rae's hands, and though he didn't know loss as well as she did, he knew it well enough to realize that that small thing was plenty enough to have been a trigger. He put a hand over the one that held the figure, gently, never having been hesitant about physical contact. He came from a family that hugged. A lot. "I could fix this," he offered, gently again. "If you want."