He grimaced, sympathy washing through him. He'd been a time-traveller; he knew about the horror of seeing your own grave and while it had never happened to him (and, frankly, wasn't likely to given his immortality) he could understand how shocking it must be.
"Hey, it's okay, let it out," he said soothingly, coming to stand beside her and wrapping a big, warm arm around her shoulders. "Being told about your own death is one thing, but seeing actual, physical evidence of it really kinda brings it home, doesn't it?"