Adam nodded, understanding better than he could readily explain. "In my experience, 'worst' rarely means 'goriest'," he said. "I don't usually see things like that, but I can imagine." He thought of the relative few children he had seen in the back of his ambulance, typically the victims of more violent trauma than what she had described. He imagined it was no easier to see such a young life threatened - or taken outright - by a slow decay than it was to see it extinguished in an instant. There was, after all, no real way to prepare oneself for such a thing, no matter the circumstance. She seemed to have found a balance, though, understanding the gravity of what they dealt with, respecting it for what it was, and carrying on all the same.
"You're going to do well," he said, smiling softly. "I can't see you as anything but calm under pressure. And you have a way about you." He chuckled quietly, giving a sheepish shake of his head. "A comforting kind of presence. That'll do more for your patients, and for you, than you probably think right now."