[It's with a heavy, guilty heart and a small, concerned frown that Lockon slides a slightly hesitant arm around Tieria's shoulders. He doesn't know if Tieria wants it there - wants him here at all - but he can't not offer some kind of comfort to a friend in this state, whether the arm's shrugged off or not.]

[Softly:] Come on, Tieria. You know better than to take some stupid thing said under a virus seriously.