[ Simon might be too used to restrained, tear-free conversations about horrible shit, considering how startled he is to see the unshed tears in her eyes. Maybe he’s adapted somehow to things being apocalyptically awful, or he’s just spent way too much time around people who are allergic to emotions. ]

Hey- [ he puts a hand on her, uh, front horse knee. ] It’ll be okay. We’ll- we’ll figure something out. The whole Circle’s from different dimensions. There’s gotta be somebody who knows something that’ll help.

[ ...as is often the case, he doesn’t know if this is true but can’t bring himself to respond to her with anything other than reassurance of this very thing. ]

And for what it’s worth, surviving run-ins with wolves and bears isn’t nothing. I’ve never had to run into a bear in my life, but it’d probably go even worse than this did.