It wasn't a question, but it might have been reassurance. That she can confirm it is good enough for him, anyway.

He left her in quiet, waited for her to be or at least seem steadier and then put a hand on her back - over fabric and rubbed her back slightly. It wasn't the most natural gesture in the world, maybe, it was sincere.

Then he stopped in honest confusion.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about." He wasn't lying. "Keep what in? Emotion?"