"I see." She nodded, she couldn't offer more than that to him at the moment, but she could at least keep her chin up and her eyes clear.

There was no rhyme or reason, she shouldn't even be here in the first place so who was she to judge was was possible and who could be here? it would explain much of his appearance as well, she found herself bitter at the lack of empathy she was showing him.

"I'm sorry, I know you were very close and he spoke of you highly and often. Of course we can talk." If he wanted to hear about things she would tell him, she owed Steve that. And Rogers would be at peace to know his friend was alive if not entirely well. Much like bringing him home this was another chance for her to honor the life and memory of the best man she'd ever known.

Peggy laid a hand gently on his arm, the touch was light enough to be guidance and company but not force, even still she could feel it was not flesh. He'd lost his limb, again she thought of Daniel and it made her grip on his arm more stable. No fear, no worry and surely no shame, a false limb did not mean he was less of anything she was determined to show that in her demeanor and actions.

Arm in arm she accompanied him to the tavern.