Crowley's arms wrap around her before he even knows it, the swell in their bond causing him to feel every change in emotion she is going through, no matter how minute. He holds her tight, a clawed hand raising to gently stroke at her hair. "There, there..." he coos softly, his other arm still squeezing her tight. "You're alright... it's alright."

He flinches only slightly at what she says next, softly chuckling it off in response. "I'm no one's blessing." he replies gently, somewhat amused, "But if I had to be someone's, then I'm glad it's yours."

He doesn't let go, not until she's ready to. He'll hold her as long as it takes for her to work out her tears, to calm her nerves.