They're more than happy to hold the closed hands instead, soft slender fingers giving a light squeeze in an attempt at comfort. They've encountered enough different people to be somewhat aware of cultural issues with touch.

"It'd be quite hypocritical of me to expect you to figure it out right away... I'm still not there." In this moment, at least, one could maybe see a bit of that nurturing nature in the nymph, always trying to help. "Take your time. My home is always open if you would like to talk, or just need some company." A mental note to show her where it is, at some point. Honir's houses can be tricky to find.