Julian swallowed thickly, looking down. He never had been good at comforting others, and he was feeling even more reluctant to do so since this was something he also feared. A lot. He fidgeted with his sleeve, glancing up to look at a potion bottle on the desk. Staring at it, he ran his mind through the possibilities it could be based on the color and transparency. Probably something related to the virus, he thought to himself as he looked back down.
He didn't answer her question, because yes, he was sure. Sure that he was anything but alright. But this wasn't about him, not right now - not ever, not if he could help it. This was about Astoria right now, and he planned on keeping it that way.
"It's that far along?" he asked quietly, struggling to remember how long she had been sick for. He couldn't recall her being sick at all though. Some... some friend he was. "I'm sorry for not having looked after you more. It's rude and unbecoming of me."
He shifted once again, fidgeting in his seat. He continued on, speaking slowly as he thought aloud.
"It depends on the consequences," he said, almost to himself. "If you can garner support from your family, then by all means remain immersed in this world. If you can handle it, and seeing others do magic. You can always do magical theory, or work in the Ministry. Not all occupations in our realm require the use of magic; we just rely on it heavily because it's more convenient for us.
"But if your family doesn't rally for you, or if you can't handle it, then the muggle world is certainly available," Julian murmured. "You won't be pampered there as you would here, and you'd have to work hard, but I believe you can make it. You're strong, Astoria."
He trailed off, wondering where all of that had come from.