"It's okay, Nebula." Gamora didn't have the slightest clue how to sound matronly or even compassionate. She tried, from time to time, but it always felt stiff to her. That said, she'd never tried quite so hard as she had now. "Eat. I am here with you, I will not leave you if you do not want me to." She sat, trying to look as calm and peaceful as she could, as inviting as she could present herself.
"What can I do to help you feel more comfortable?" She paused awkwardly. "Would you like a hug?"