Daisy has no concept of what she looks like, not giving even a second of thought to herself or her own well-being. It's just not even on her radar, her whole focus on Neal and helping him not having a complete panic attack.

Absently setting the bowl and bottle on the couch beside her, she turns to face Neal completely, one hand pressing against his over her cheek while the other reaches up to the side of his neck.

"It's okay, Neal," she repeats softly but firmly, leaning in close and doing her best to catch his gaze. He feels so cold... "We're gonna get through this. I will get you through this. Just give me a few deep breaths, okay?"