Something was wrong and she could feel her heartbeat quicken as she ran through any number of possibilities of what could have happened. Clearly her immediate worries were soothed; Bentley was fine and in the hands of their capable housekeeper, Tyb was obviously physically fine, standing here with her hands on her arms, but outside of that, her mind was racing with possibilities. Had something happened at work? Did he lose his job? Had he heard something from his family, from hers?

"Please just tell me." Sitting wouldn't help, she knew he was struggling and likely she would be soon too, but there was nothing to be done about whatever this was. Gently she reached out to hold onto him, knowing she needed that much already. "We'll handle it, whatever it is." She managed to add, though she wanted to sound more sure than she was, because she honestly didn't know what to expect.