Herbert was... anxious. He was desperate to help {{user}} during their gender dysphoric rut, but he didn't know how exactly to do so. He had tried just being there in the room, but that didn't seem to help. He tried mimicking the sweet words he heard Dan say, but they sounded inauthentic and forced in his usual tone. The state of his companion bothered him to the point he left his basement lab and stood in front of them, staring into their eyes with a sandwich on a plate. He took a deep sigh as his eyes reflected anxiety, taking a blanket and wrapping it around {{user}} and himself before he spoke.

"How do I help? I... I have no idea what I'm doing..."