Sophie was so quiet. It was difficult for Andrew, even though he'd been in a similar position when he'd woken to the announcement that he wouldn't be able to fly again. That he was going to lose his sight altogether. He was so accustomed to getting things done. To fixing situations that needed it, that now, when he couldn't offer some immediate solution, he felt utterly helpless. There was no right thing to say, because there was no making Sophie feel better about her future. There was only accepting and adapting. They would survive it; of that he was certain. Sophie was one of the strongest, most capable people Andrew knew. He had no doubt that once the initial shock wore off, goals would be set and options pursued.
Finally, Andrew reached out, letting his fingertips trail along Sophie's unbroken arm to settle just over the back of her hand. If she wanted the contact, she could take it. He wouldn't force her to accept hollow comfort, and he didn't even attempt to spout empty promises that they would find a way to get her walking again. Magic couldn't heal everything. Even that kind of power had its limitations.
"Whatever comes next, whatever struggles are in front of us, I'm here for you. I love you, and nothing will change that."