With another snap of her fingers she had a pretty pink and rose covered handkerchief, she handed it to him. "I figure it would help. It's not ice cream, but I figure you're enough like Dean that these might be better." Hope settled down beside him. She was in her pajamas, with feet.
She didn't hesitate to settle an arm around his shoulders. Offering what comfort she could give. "How you doing?" She knew it was a stupid question to ask, seeing as he was up here, crying and praying to a man that was far out of reach. But she hoped to open up the line of communication.