The touch to her hair caused her to tilt her head backwards slightly, a faint smile appearing again. It was comforting and she immediately rewarded him by reaching back to blindly grasp for his hand. When she caught it, she gently pulled it toward her, to kiss his palm gently, suddenly very content.

When he continued, though, her brow furrowed, slightly confused, before she pushed herself upward slightly, to curl around him a little more. He sounded like he needed the additional comfort.

"No one is good all the time," Daphne said quietly, pressing her lips to his hand again, "but I'm listening if you want to tell me why you're upset."