[She's not sure what to say to any of that, but as luck would have it, she's close enough now to see him and to use actions instead of words. She walks toward him, quick steps urgent to get to him slow until she's in front of him, taller for just a moment as she stands and he sits on the sand, but she cuts that quickly enough, dropping to her knees before him and reaching out to wrap her arms around the grieving boy.]
It won't be the same, but you can tell me. Anytime you want to talk about it there. You can tell me.