Merry wished she could hug Henry properly. She wanted to wrap her arms tight around him, like he used to when she was just a little kid, running sobbing into his room after some nightmare. He'd let her climb into his bed next to his nightlight and he'd hug her till the tears went away and she was able to sleep. She wished she could do that for him now. "Do you... want to talk about it?" she asked uncertainly. "Or do you want distracting?" She was taking to heart what Addy said about letting Henry lead.