[Muffet hasn't given less of a damn about fashion in years than she does right now- having to give her capelet a bit of a wash is a small price to pay for any comfort she can offer him.]

[She holds him close, gentle but firm, and rubs his back with one hand as he lets out what he's been carrying.]

I'm sorry that you- or anyone- had to go through this. It's neither right nor fair, and I would have spared you all from it if that were within my power.