They hurt enough to hear, Phillip can scarce imagine how they must be to say. He is not touched by the weight of lives lost, necessarily, not entirely able to comprehend loss unless it is personal. But it was personally to Gustavain and clearly pains him, deeply, and apparently that's enough.

He doesn't say anything, for there is nothing to say; he is angry for him, but that anger is geared towards forces far outside of this small inn room. So instead after a moment of hesitation, he lowers himself back down onto the bed, reaching his arms out to pull the other's head against his chest, slowly threading fingers through his hair as he just holds him.