"Okay." Clint murmured, giving her a small smile, and moving so he was standing in front of her, actually facing her, and rather close as she leant in to his hand. "Didn't do anything." he teased lightly, wrapping his other arm around her middle to gently rub her back. He knew not to ask if she was alright, people didn't cry like that when they were alright. So he was just there, trying to comfort as much as he could. He didn't know the whole story, he made a point not to ask questions he wouldn't want to answer himself, but between the things he'd heard and what he'd seen of the island, he got enough of an idea to know why she hurt. "You wanna sit here for a while? I can find something to keep you off the ground."