[Chloe's hand falls to Tempest's lower thigh-- just above the knee, pressure light as anything-- it's mild contact at best, but it's all that can be done to underline the fact that she isn't alone.

Shared grief through sympathy if nothing else.]

Only because the people you need with you are all in here. [She says it gently, plays it out like a dismissive joke, but to Chloe it's the truth. Tempest doesn't need anyone other than the few who don't try to pressure her to be anything other than who she is. What she is.]

Aside from that I'll dial in for a few pain meds and you'll feel better in no time.