Watching someone break down was decidedly unpleasant. Nevin chewed on the inside of his lip after he handed Felicity the water, watching as she tried to rally herself - and failed. The glass was thrown shattering against the ground as she fought with her emotions, trying desperately to keel them at bay. The older redhead frowned and waved one hand, thin red lines emerging from his arm and sweeping the broken glass against the wall, out of the way.

That dealt with, he stepped closer to Felicity placing a hand on one shoulder and gently guiding her back to the cot. She curled one hand into his shirt, and the other grasped weakly at her own clothes as she tried to rally herself again and again against the waves of emotion that were rolling through her.

"The blood thinners will wait until I don't think you're going to vomit them up from stress." Nevin knelt down in front of her as he sat her on the cot - the low height of the simple bed brought his head in line with hers. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze - nothing really compared to the strength with which she had held on earlier, but a reassurance none the less.

"And if I had to guess - it's because the last day or two is the first time you've really allowed, or been allowed, to feel. You know I will not judge you for being human, and having emotions - so they are all coming to the fore." The alchemist's voice was calm, steady as he spoke, a gentle sussuration that gave her mind something to latch onto. "When our emotions are already amplified is when we often find ourselves caught in the grasp of another - joy, relief, anger, sadness. They don't quite feed into one another - but if they are resolved, then another can more easily take their place. In your case, little snowflake, you've been hiding behind anger for so long that your other emotions, grief most especially, have been bottled up for a long time. Having things around that remind you of that grief - it can either help, or hurt, when you try to recover. Now then." He straightened up, slipping from her grasp as she curled up on the cot, rocking back and forth slightly as she wrapped her arms around her knees as she pulled her legs up to her chest.

"If you want - need perhaps - I can give you a mild calming agent. Something that will let you breathe and focus. It won't get rid of the emotions though - only let you work through them." A very mild soporific would do the trick. Laced with something to sweeten it, perhaps. Then he could get her to start talking about whatever it was that had had her break down like this. And it was very clear that she needed to get this off her chest, as it seemed to be a major source of the grief that she had been bottling up for who knows how long.