"Krok..."

He wasn't wrong, but he honestly didn't know how badly over stressed his commanding officer has been. The determined frown is gone, replaced with a more sympathetic look as he stands up. Carefully, he places his arms loosely around Krok's shoulders, nudging him close -- that is, unless Krok refuses the contact. That's not something he'll fight him on.

"It's okay. We're all okay. I promise."