He looked behind his shoulder to assess the room and see if he could spot a blanket or jacket but before he could move to get anything she was speaking again. Donald was confused at first but he took in her words for careful consideration and compared them to what he knew about what Simon had said.
"River, I.. think I understand," maybe. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and he offered her his hand, hoping she would take it.
"Come on. Come sit on the couch and I can give you something that might make you feel better, River. I just want to help."