He wrapped his arms around her just the same, pulling her to him and letting her cry as she wished. He wasn't going to ask what was wrong until she was at least a little more coherent than she had been. In fact, he was strangely amused by the whole thing because there was no way that she was upset about something he didn't know about. If there was a reason, she'd have told him sooner. For now, he just held back a smirk, knowing full well that this was a case of hormones.

"It's fine, parrot," he replies softly. "Is there anything I can do?"