Murphy nodded silently, he wasn't expecting that but it didn't surprise him. With situations like this it could go so many ways. People each acted differently. There was no right or wrong way to deal with this. Seeing Lincoln crumple Murphy was quick to move and went to his friend side. Kneeling down next to him and placing his hand on his back, rubbing it slightly as he let Lincoln just let it go. Telling him to stop or that he was making a scene wouldn't help and fuck anyone that thought he should stop. Grief came out in its own way. It was better to get it out like this than to lay into people. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Take a breath man, she'll be okay. Tasha is the damn toughest woman I ever did meet. Tougher than even me sister Claire and that be saying something. If anyone's can beat this it be Doc. Death be too scared to take her. Too afraid to deal with her for eternity, to scared that you'd come after him,"[/color] he said quietly as he looked at Lincoln so broken. Murphy was surprisingly calm in the matter but that was how he was in this circumstances. He just kind of went neutral, pushing it down and burying it until it erupted. Right now Tasha needed strength and Lincoln needed it as well. Wouldn't do anyone any good if he broke down as well. 

	After a few minutes he pulled Lincoln's arm over his shoulder and hefted him up to his feet. [color=82ca9d]"Tasha... well, I might as well do this now,"[/color] he said as he helped Lincoln over to a seat and dropped him down in it. Rubbing his face he took a seat next to him and leaned back against it, letting it head fall on the wall behind him as he looked across the hall at others that were waiting on their own loved ones. [color=82ca9d]"She wanted you to have this. You decide what to do with it,"[/color] he said before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a familiar old worn velvet box. Turning it over in his hand before holding it out over to Lincoln and shrugging. [color=82ca9d]"Personally, I think you'll be needing this soon."[/color]