She hadn't watched because he'd made her promise not to. Back before she'd gone back and actually lived the experience of being run through with a large sword.
"Robin..." She didn't like seeing him torn up like this. Her free hand slid down and around his neck, pulling him in for a long hug. Her other hand stayed intertwined with his, squeezing it just as hard. There wasn't much else she could do. Anything she would have said would just sound... She could say it was terrible, but she hadn't been through the aftermath, only the point up to dying.