He turns so he's facing her completely, forcing himself not to be so dismissive of her very real fear. It's total nonsense, in his mind, but not to her. She didn't do anything wrong, but she can't see it that way. He has the luxury, too, of not having been through the pain of those losses. So while he doesn't get it, he gets it.

"Alright," he sucks in a breath. It's the least he can do, he supposes. "I promise."