[She's sort of quiet a moment then, glancing up from her hands to some indeterminate point on the far wall, half to spare him the ordeal of having her just staring at him and half because she's drifting off on her thoughts.]

...I'll not ask after what happened, but if there's something I might do to help it, I hope you won't hesitate to tell me. I should very much like to help, if I might.