Mhm... [It's a great deal of effort not to break composure for him, but she refrains. The gaze on him is heavy and deeply empathetic, and most frustratingly, a little lost itself. She's lost a grand total of one person that meant anything; her experience soothing anyone dealing with similar is woefully limited. She taps a bicep, not quite steering him, but certainly indicating direction.]

'Don't know' inside, then. Check in on Ivy quietly and sit a minute. Don't think anything'll make sense, this soon - you can ride out a little of it with company. [With a drink, even! Crowley offhandedly asked into wine once and she has since kept a bottle on hand for both hostessing and specifically denying Crowley at the next opportunity. This is a much more altruistic use.] You did plenty. It's this place, and not you.