Meredith rests a hand on his arm as they reach the top, automatic, to steady him. "You're cute when you're nervous," she says lightly. "You'll figure it out as you go, alright?" She's honestly not worried about him, though she's sure he is. This means too much for him, he takes it too seriously, for him to falter so badly as he might think. Granted, the thought isn't all that counts here, but she still believes in him. Reaching over, she offers a finger for Theresa to latch onto, brushing it along her arm. "It's okay, you're home now."