"Whoa, hey," Dylan exclaimed as he pulled away from her and fell. It didn't occur to her to think of him as being overly dramatic; all she saw was someone in pain, and it wasn't in her nature to treat that as anything but serious. "There's no point in worrying about what might happen. All that's going to do is make you miserable and sick. Focus on what we know right now." She knelt beside him, a protective arm tight around his shoulders. "He's not here right now, but more of you guys keep showing up. Focus on that part. More of you keep showing up, okay? It's not over until it's over."
She applied a gentle pressure, urging him to move to a real seat, but was careful because he'd said something about his ribs and if he was hurt, she didn't want to add to that. "Come on," she encouraged. "There's no way you're comfortable there. There's a perfectly good couch that you can sit on and spare your knees and catch your breath, okay Edwin? I'll sit with you as long as you want and then we can go see if anyone else from your group showed up today. Unless you want me to go look now, or get someone who was already here."