Bennet counted to ten to give Claire a moment, then followed, his steps long but slow, catching up with her and rubbing her lower back, in gentle, circular motions. With his other hand, he ran his fingers through her hair, a moment later pulling it up and behind her head, to keep it away from her face if she needed to throw up.
He wouldn't have been surprised if she did.
He didn't say anything, just waited for her. He was ready to hold her, ready to support her... and ready to wait until she needed him for those things.