Regina had, as Regina did, been watching her people deal with their grief, ready to help if she saw a way that she could. The compassion of providing comfort didn't come naturally to her, but she had a lot of grief-giving to make up for. So if she felt discomfort, so be it. The people in this Inn were her responsibility, whether they knew it or not.

Caroline, however, was her responsibility a little more directly, and she'd been concerned that her blood donor might be among the fourteen. So when she saw Sam approach her, she took note but gave them the courtesy of not casting a listening spell. Her gaze was still on them when Caroline glanced up and over at her, and Regina smiled small and nodded as minutely. It's okay, along with a touch of an invitation to come talk to her if she needed.

Sam caught the direction of Caroline's gaze but didn't turn to see who she'd looked at. What she was saying mattered more than who was behind him, as long as they weren't close enough to hear.

"It doesn't have to be," he said low and quietly reassuring. "I'll help."