Something had to be wrong. There was something in his voice that made her heart hurt. There were too many possibilities, and she'd come to long learn that it didn't matter when you were here what happened back home. You couldn't do anything. She just turned her head to rest her cheek against his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. She didn't know why, but if he needed this, she'd be okay with it.
"Yeah." She said softly, moving back a little to look up at him. "Hey. You don't have to tell me anything, though. I know why people come here, and it's not good things." She nodded some, shifting to lift her hand to lightly touch his cheek before pulling back, tucking her hair behind an ear before reaching for his hand to give him a gentle tug to one of the tables.
"Can I get you anything? We don't have a whole lot of food, but there's a lot of drinks, some pastries and biscuits always." She didn't know if it would help. "Where are you staying?"