That forced smile is noticed, appreciated, and returned, then she moves on to wrapping his knuckles in gauze bandage. Loose enough not to restrict movement, tightly enough that it's not going to slide around. Hershel taught her well, he just didn't have time to teach her enough.

"Do that. Or people will start blaming me for an abundance of broken things around the house." She doesn't mean to make light of what's happening, really... or maybe she does, when she thinks about it. She just can't fit anymore grief inside her head right now or it'll explode.

Once the bandage is tied off, she leans down to kiss the back of his hand, below the wrapping, veering toward the serious again with a quiet voice. "For good measure."