[ Oh crap. Rhys is drastically unprepared for this. ]

Hey. Hey hey hey hey.

[ He leans over the bar to pat her shoulder in an awkward attempt to be comforting—and after one pat reconsiders and switches arms so he's patting her with the flesh one instead of the metal one. ]

Hey. Er... I know it's hard. But you're doing great. I mean, I mean that in like, the literal practical way, not the shallow "everything will be fine" way. You're doing the challenges, you're getting yourself some votes, you're making friends. You're not going to die.