Bodhi's silent for a few beats. Not, for once, because he doesn't know what to say, but because the transition from general sympathy to a very specific empathy is sudden and rough and not even necessarily welcome, because he wouldn't wish that kind of issue on anybody. But he does feel on solid ground again when he does find his voice. "Well, that, um, I do have advice for, for what it's worth, but... Probably best to do whatever you know works, yeah." Sometimes it isn't practicable or safe to strive for a best solution. Whatever basically works can be all the lifeline you have.