[She takes the next seat over from his— if all she can do for now is offer her company, then she'll do exactly that. She makes an effort not to visibly wince as his familiar blows his hood back; she succeeds in keeping her expression neutral, but seeing the extent of his injuries...

That glass really had done a number on him, but he'd been lucky. It could have been a lot worse.]

We can just sit here, if you want. We don't have to talk.

[It's the same offer she'd given him back in Lyrabar, too. Ferran, she's gathered, doesn't really know how to talk about what's bothering him— something she relates to.]

It may not feel like it right now, but... I think you got lucky.