Much like what she had gotten a couple days ago. Nepeta pushes herself up and frowns. She's not entirely sure what to do or say. She has not known Rita for very long, does not know if physical comfort would be what is needed, or if she needs someone to push it out of her mind. Things like that varied from person to person, and what helps one person feel better might make another feel worse.

She hesitated, and then put a hand on Rita's shoulder, just letting her cry for a bit. She didn't shoosh her, she didn't say it was okay, she just let her cry all she needed. Her hand gently rubbed her back in a manner that she hoped was soothing. There wasn't too much she could say or do, since she knew not what the picture or letter contained but she didn't want to rush Rita into speaking before she was ready.

A part of her was already thinking that maybe, like her own photo and letter, it was something that wasn't possible but she wasn't ready to jump to conclusions just yet. Besides, who knew, that might just make her feel worse.