[At first she gets a little frustrated- he's totally missing the point here- but when he moves closer to her- when she hears how he talks about Taylor- she can't stay annoyed.

She knows that holding him would be awkward and confining when he's a hawk, so she settles for resting a hand lightly against his back.]

We've had this conversation already. She wasn't your problem, your responsibility, or your fault.

[She was nobody's fault but her own. She was scum who deserved worse than she got, as far as Rachel was concerned. She got off light by dying before Rachel could get hands on her.

She restrains the urge to voice that thought out loud, though.]

...and your uncle was probably just... random dream stuff.

[Maybe. Probably not.]