"Easy," she murmured, hugging him the best she could without getting anything sticky on him. "It'll be okay, Austin. We'll figure out how to get you back into your body." Somehow. She'd kept her ears open about the murder, instinct warring with the fact that there were others handling it already. "We'll figure something about helping with the murder investigation, too. Lemme wipe the ice cream off and we'll...we'll do something. Something to help. I'll stay with you. I'll stay right here."