She pulls up a bit to support him more, doing her best to guide him smoothly. From what it sounded like, this boy had people looking out for him. A squad, perhaps? Only what sort of squad would have ready access to beds and not a cot?

"We'll just have you sit down for now. The mess hall is pretty close. After we get you settled in some, we'll go to your room where you can rest." The shuddering made her worry though. Perhaps something familiar would help settle his nerves. "What is it that you enjoy eating? What is the food from home?"