Neville let out a breath. That was as he suspected, of course, but it still made him feel terrible to see her in such pain. He wanted to do something to make her feel better and he had no idea what that something might be.
He went to the kitchen with her, frowning a little at her words. "I just want you to know that I'm not 'devastated' like they said," he told her. He hadn't even finished the whole thing and refused to even consider doing so. It likely just got worse and was filled with more lies and inflation. He moved toward her then, reaching out to gently touch her face, cupping his hand against her cheek. "Can I help you bake?"