Connie winces. She's seen that kind of look before. On Steven, while he was hallucinating all his mistakes as Stevonnie. On Pearl, when she thought of Rose. On Garnet, when she remembered the war. Even on Amethyst sometimes, although Connie for the life of her couldn't figure out why. It was loss, captured in an expression.

Hesitantly, Connie reaches out her arm, then pulls back. "Um, I know that none of us are okay in this situation, but you look especially not okay. Did I do something wrong, or..."