[This is more than she's qualified to help with -- not that she's really qualified at all. She's never been in the position where she'd had to choose between killing someone or letting someone dear to her die -- she can't even properly wrap her head around it. But the way that he's shaking and hugging himself -- her emotional wrestling over whether he's good or bad melts away straight into concern, and she acts on instinct]

[She hugs him, too, when he's obviously struggling, her arms wrapping around his middle, too, as she leans her head against his chest. It might not help, coming from a teenage girl that doesn't even reach his shoulders, but she can't help herself]

[He's shown her kindness, once, when she'd been this emotionally frail, so--- isn't this the least she can do to repay his kindness?]

You're not stupid and messed up! You're a good guy. And I'm glad you're alive.

[She squeezes him a little - lifting her head up to nod at his question (yes, they can go), but she's just going to add--]

I'm really glad I met you, Asher. Okay?