[Tears. He's crying. She immediately begins to fumble inside her purse] Here-! Just a min--AH!
[A couple of contents from her bag slips out in her scrambled search. Her eyes widen though as a small, clear flash begins to slip as well. Diving down, she scrambles, hands reaching out. Only just with the tips of her fingers does she catch the bottle, topped by a little dove. She gives a huge sigh of relief. That was...much...MUCH too close. Carefully storing it away, she finds what she was initially searching for.]
Here. [Kneeling down, so that she's at his level, she holds out a kerchief to him, the same little dove adorning a corner of the fabric.] Take this.