God she could barely look at him. She was worried he'd do something, worried he'd hurt her. And while in the past he'd done awful things in the name of caring for his family none of them had ever looked at him as she was now. She turned to face him but even so she still couldn't look him in the eyes. She invited him into the room though and Klaus supposed he should take that as a good sign. A sign that perhaps she still cared.
"I thought we should talk. You've likely spoken to all the others yes? But me, you waited, hesitated because its different isn't it. Because of what that Cage made you see."
He kept back from her, trying to keep her from running. Trying to make her feel like she had some measure of control over all of this. He really was trying to be someone that she didn't have to fear. Which given he'd spent a thousand years cultivating a reputation as something to be feared, someone unpredictable and dangerous, even among his own family, was likely difficult now.
"I was serious, in what I said. You are stronger than the things you saw in there. I'm hoping to help you remember that. And believe me, while it may not compare I am the only brother who can say that he knows what over half a century of constant torment feels like. So talk to me."