It's incredibly ominous, but all Olive can do from where she's sitting is hold Claire's hand when she would rather hug her. She doesn't dare try, not with the injuries Claire has, but it's hard to look at her getting choked up and not reach out to her. They've only known each other a couple of months, give or take, but Olive knows well that time doesn't matter quite as much as people, that clicking with someone happens fast, and it doesn't matter if Claire's a new friend; she's a dear one, one of the best Olive has here, and seeing her this way makes her heart ache. She nods fervently at the request, wide-eyed and about as serious as she ever gets. "Y-yes," she says, "Claire, of course. I won't tell and, and you can tell me anything. It's gonna be fine."