It's always been Solomon's approach as a leader to try and not make people lie to him. He understands people's impulse to try and avoid censure, to neglect to seek out help because it seems simpler, to avoid being pushed in some way they don't want to go. Sol isn't interested in pushing or directing, only in helping where he can. He knows that Torrie knows it, and so when she promises him 'next time', he believes her. She's always responded better to logic than to pushing.
It's not easy to see Torrie in so much pain, to add to it, even, but Solomon bites down on all that. It's his turn to hold onto her through this kind of thing and so he does, his lanky arms much stronger than they look as they grip the way Lita instructs him and lets Torrie's good hand grip his. The POP makes Sol wince a bit but he doesn't falter. She asks for a minute so Sol gives it, sober-eyed and near if needed, and he looks over to Lita.
"In case of limb loss, I could always get a rubber stamp," he reasons with muted humor. "DoR's not very particular about its desk-jockeys."