He nods in understand, touches her arm slightly before withdrawing his hand and lacing them together. Studying her as he listens. Preparing for the worst makes sense, but it's also difficult to accept. Daybreak had felt so stable, the blow of being struck so suddenly and so hard is one that will surely be felt worse still be people who have been members longer than him.

"I know I am not... a witch myself, that I am new, but... if there is anything I can do to help -- please, you need only ask."

Lancelot drops his eyes away for a moment, studies the rest of the van before looking up at her again.

"We can come back from this. I know we can."