"It's okay," he promises, reaching out to take her hand so he can gently lay the bottle in her palm. Under other circumstances, he might be nervous, but it feels very similar to that day in the library when he'd had to show Spencer what he could do or risk him being injured. He's not nervous, he's not worried what she might think, he only wants to help.

"What I do... I focus on healing and protection. I'm very good at it. It will help." And he can't do much. He's not very good at emotional support, he knows he's often too gruff with people when they need him to be gentle and the only person he's found himself able to be truly gentle with is Spencer. But he's trying and this is one thing he knows he can give her.

"Not very many people know," he adds a moment later, closing her handle around the bottle, holding it very gently in his. "Please don't tell anyone."