He gives another tiny nod, I know it isn't, when she says that Cersei's swift-approaching end is no comfort in the face of what she's lost. Might be that it was stupid to suggest it.

The rest -- again, he takes a moment to answer her.

"I'm here."

Is that enough?

Is that a comfort?

He sees some of the old softness, the old hope, creeping into her expression, and it breaks his heart. These last weeks -- three moons now, it must be -- it has felt smashed over and over again. Even with her untidy hair, her hollow eyes, the sense that she is a husk of herself, she is beautiful, and he wants her, and he can't have her.