[Scar's shoulders fall upon seeing the young woman curled on the ground. He approaches but keeps a comfortable distance as he sinks to his knees. His expression is as neutral and comforting as he can manage.

Except now he doesn't know what to do.]

I got you hot chocolate. I know that sometimes helps people feel better. Sweet things.

[Awkwardly, he rests it on the floor between them.]

You do not have to speak, if you do not wish to.