There isn't a lot she can do, and it hurts in its own way. It's a horrible, even more helpless feeling, really. Because she likes North, and he's important to her, and she can't do anything at all. It's not fair.

Well, nothing ever is.

Unable to do anything else, she focuses on the one point of contact they have: hands. She loosens her grip enough to stroke his knuckles. It's kind of awkward, position-wise, but she does her best.

He looks terrible when he opens his eyes, like someone just died, and she supposes that's not far off. It hurts to look at him, almost. Wrath squeezes his hand. "Hey. It's not okay, I know it's not. I'm really sorry. But I'm here." That's about all she can even say.