It's alright.[ Her voice is low and soothing, barely more than a gentle murmur and she puts a careful arm around Ruby's shoulders to guide her across the room and over to the bed so she can sit. ] I'd much rather you come to me to talk than sit by yourself and stew in things when you're this upset -- here.

[ The white handkerchief she hands over isn't particularly fancy, but it's elegant somehow. It's exactly the sort of thing a woman like Camellia should be carrying around.

She sits herself gently on the bed next to Ruby, that smile never leaving her face all the while. It's probably not a surprise, then, when she says - ]

I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm upset, myself. I'm... troubled, I suppose, but that's no rare thing in our situation. ... But whatever was in your envelope has you really rattled, hm?

[ She isn't quite prodding but she's certainly promoting. Just what could someone offer to Ruby to get her in a state like this? ]