"It's fine. They're tough guys."

Either they'll be alive or they won't. There's no use worrying about it when he can't do anything to help them right now.

He's thinking of somewhere else interesting to take the conversation when Rey begins dumping soup into her maw. Firo never thought he'd see the day when someone ate more sloppily than Berga and Claire trying to one-up each other at dinner. "...Uh, you want a spoon or somethin'?"