"What's up, Layla!" Fred lilted to her, hoping that he sounded caring. He worried about the face she was pulling, and started to rub her back, thinking (correctly, but he didn't know that) it might be tension. Layla curled her back like a cat, towards his hand as he rubbed, and the tension in her face ebbed away. He heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and asked "Are you okay?" putting the emphasis on the middle word.