It wasn't really until she saw him that her mind came up with an actual thought of what to do. She had been through what he was going through. Her first love killing herself in order to take their sire down once and for all. The two of them killing Fred's mother while their sire killed Fred's father. The countless people she had kidnapped while under her sire's control, and the fact that even though she managed to resist killing them, they still wound up dead.
"I want you to come with me for a bit," she told him, "You need to get away from this place for a little while." Her voice was not the one she usually spoke with when she talked to people on a regular basis. It lacked the cynicism and sarcasm that she usually spoke with. By no means did she sound compassionate, but rather she sounded like someone who actually had experience in the pains of loss. This was because she did. She was no expert on how to make someone feel better, but she at least knew what people didn't need. She was even making a note in her mind that she needed to go to Dana later; because, she now realized how stupid she was the last time she talked to the nymph.