[He looks as stressed as she does, if not more so. She's not used to being comforting, but she stands, walking over to Murdoc and putting a hand on his shoulder.]

He takes after you at that age, then. He's got people that will pull him out of it. Once Feferi decides that the universe is no longer out to get her, I'm sure she'll get on that. I'm glad they've got each other. And she'll be fine. No one's going to blame her.

[Constance follows, staying close.]

Is this ever supposed to get easier? Or are we just going to wind up drinking ourselves to death before they're out of the house?