Dove gently allowed the conversation to drift fully to Bolin-- she could ask more about his brother later on.

As Bolin find a chair and takes a seat, Dove watches, then lowers herself to the floor, content to sit and listen in a loose butterfly stretch, her hands resting lightly on her ankles. The look she wears is genuine concern, though she's trying not to pry. She can certainly offer open support, though, if he's willing to talk. "What do you mean?"