He's taken her hand mostly for the purpose of guiding her over to one of the room's armchairs, all but setting her there to sit. This comforting thing isn't so hard! He could get the hang of this!

"I see, I see," he says, nodding thoughtfully at her story. Not much of a story, but, well, can't expect her to come out with it all at once. "Here, have a seat."

He leaves her to drag the other armchair a little closer, setting a small endtable in between them. He supposes the house - this being the nice house - won't mind a bit of furniture rearrangement, in the interest of bonding.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asks genially. "Tea? Wine?"

There are a great many other things he could offer - endless possibilities, really - but those are the only viable options to his mind.