Noah reached out, his expression sympathetic, and squeezed Cerise's shoulder lightly. "I'm sure," he said softly. He was never all that affected by the content of his visions -- they were worthy of acting on or they weren't, and if they were, he did. The experience of having a vision at all was hard enough. "Please remember me if ever you need to talk, or simply don't wish to leave your bed," she said with a smile, tilting her chin up with his finger. "I can always make time."