Andras didn't feel comforted. Feyre had told him her life story--he had seen it first hand, as well. A skinny girl hunting alone in the woods for the last chance of food before the cold of winter? That screamed poverty. And he did not judge her or her family for it. He lived well only because Tamlin took care of his soldiers and in turn he took care of his own family. They were well off only because he worked with the lord.
That, however, was neither here nor there. This can of worms was open and Andras had lost the lid.