She's never heard his voice quite so small in the time she's known him. There's something a bit heartbreaking in the sight of him, still holding that broom like a comfort object. A glance back toward the bar, and then at the rest of the room, and she flags down one of the other servers to ask that they keep an eye on things for a bit while she gets César upstairs and tucked into his room.

"They can now," she assures him quietly, then wraps an arm around his shoulders to escort him up and out of the public eye.

"You look terrible hun, did something get you out there?" She wouldn't be surprised if he'd gotten jumped by one of the star monsters. After all he was, as he had put it, pretty squishy.