Oh, now him making that face was not fair. Amycus probably wasn't even aware he was making it at all, but Alecto sure knew it, and she hated it. That face was one of her least favourites. And she had to make it go away if it was at all possible. A concerned look on her face, she held her hand out to him and said, "Come here."
Much as Amycus was worried about his sister, he should have been worried about her. The girl had enough inner demons without being forced to listen to them all at once; needless to say, Azkaban had not been very good for her. Everything the dementors made her see had something to do with either Amycus or their mother, and they only confirmed her thoughts about herself, about how little her brother actually cared for her, how easily he would throw her away for some whore who would give him an heir.
But as much as he hurt her, Alecto couldn't stand to see her brother hurting in anyway. She had to make that face go away. "I'm okay. Really."