Amy laughed softly at Sangue's words, putting her own hand on the girl's shoulder and squeezing it gently once, looking into the snake's eyes. Her own blue pair were soft in their tiredness, and her words had (rather than their normal sardonic edge) the practiced tone of someone used to stroking egos--but for once had a sincerity to them that would be hard to fake. "Hey, it's alright. You can't exactly expect a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the back to make up for 2 decades of..." The hawk paused for a second, her eyes unfocusing for an instant before she smiled slightly. "Bad blood, so... If it's a little awkward, don't be hard on yourself. I felt comforted."

She smiled a little wider, moving a crimson spine that had drifted a little too low out of her face. "Your hair is beautiful, Sangue. It looks good down."

Another pause, and she thought for a moment. Her therapy instructor had sworn by meditation, but she'd never done it that much personally. Sure, it'd been relaxing when she was learning, but... Not exactly the kinda thing most clients were interested in. "That... sounds like a good idea, I suppose."