Amelia watches Hawke closely for signs of overuse of his magic or general physical distress, not breathing a word. It's likely she can't distract him at this point, but she wants his full attention on the cleric and not torn between the two of them. She didn't see any other potions, and if this is all he's got until he's able to get some sleep? He needs to focus.

It's not until Chris speaks that she gives any mind to what comes next. The look in his face is worrying, his continued upset and struggles obvious to her. He can say they've done enough, but she doesn't believe him, not when his expression is tense even after all the healing he's received. No, it's likely he can't speak, or thinks he shouldn't, and she's not going to let that stand.

"Shh, rest yourself and your voice for a while." She brushes her fingers through his hair, thinking back to the many times she held any member of her Family while they needed a moment to recover. If it's unwanted, she'll stop, and she'll watch his face for that rather than wait for his words. It doesn't hurt her to hold off for him.

She exhales a breath, smiling a little sadly down at him before glancing up at Wolfe. They're both so tired, and she can't do anything for that.

She can do something for their hearts, though.

Continuing her gentle strokes to Chris' hair, she softly starts to hum a tune she remembers from home. It's not a happy song, but it's home and that's what these two are part of for her now. So, she shares with them a little of what she can of her world, something traditional to end a night with, in the hopes she can convince them both to wind down and rest.