[He nods, though some part of him is not completely convinced. For now, there's little he can do except trust that he's just imagining it to be a bigger issue than it actually is.

He exhales, straightening and offering before she goes:]

If you need anything, let the help know. Or my father. Or... myself. [If she has to, I guess.] Until then, get some rest. Wouldn't want a face like yours to start getting bags under the eyes.

[On that note, he'll leave her to her own devices, flashing her a cocksure grin, and turning to move down the hall and return to his own room.]