He wasn't sure if she was done or if he'd said something to ruin the moment. It was also entirely possible of course, and so Klaus simply nodded, sitting up and keeping his eyes focused on her. She wasn't okay, he could tell that without much effort but he wondered had the outburst helped at all. For him it was rage that helped, letting loose, for Rebekah it seemed that it was emotion. And she'd gotten a lot of it out. He supposed that meant it was some kind of a start.
"I don't understand you sometimes little sister. I can sit here and actually tell you that I can't promise I wouldn't dagger you if circumstance and opportunity presented itself, you, Kol, Elijah. I probably still wouldn't hesitate and yet you would still put yourself in danger for me. I know what that makes me. You do as well as our brothers but I'm not sure they'd have done what you did. And truth is, I don't know what that makes me."
He did wish on some level he could be the brother she deserved but he supposed he'd have to leave that to Elijah. Even Kol had never crossed the lines he himself had. The one time he had raised the white oak stake to Rebekah he had done it out of madness over the idea of releasing Silas. Which, in hindsight seemed to be a legitimate worry on their brothers part. "You did this, for me, suffered this, for me. And Rebekah I want to help, I want you to tell me how I can help because frankly, we both know eventually I'll do something despicable and you'll be back to hating me. Let me help you now. Tell me how to?"