He got that much from her, and John supposed he should be glad and let it go. Reaching forward, he put his hand on her forearm and squeezed gently, hoping that she'd take it as the comfort he meant it to be.
She was as pale and fragile-looking as a fine porcelain cup. But John knew that she was much stronger than she looked, that she would rise above everything that had been thrown at her and shine. This would only help to temper her, to make her even stronger, and she would always have him if she needed just a little more.
"You're not alone in this. You have family and friends. You have me. We'll help you when you need it. Sometimes you forget how well-loved you are."