He carefully pried the scroll from her hands, and then restored it, before floating it over to the nightstand, so it wouldn't get destroyed. He continued to rub her back, one hand exploring the primaries on her wings, stroking the sensitive wings. He didn't say anything, just letting her talk, to get the grief out that she had been holding in for centuries. He sighed, and paused time, so she could take as long as she needed.