She does it slowly enough that they're not surprised, and don't twitch. It's not even bad, just a little weird, edging slightly into okay. Not quite "nice" but they're getting there.

So with only a brief hesitation, they turn their hand over to clasp at the bottom of her wrist, fingers curling lightly around the delicate bones. They look at their hands, rather than her face. "Like I can't help worrying about you. I understand. I'll be careful." Which can only go so far, in the moment. But they'll at least try.