Tara is not all right, no matter what she had been about to say. Touch can be grounding, and Tara needs something to bring her back from whatever has her so unfocused, so Frigga lays a hand on her back.

"Soon. When you are ready." She will be no good to her children in this state, and is, at best, likely to frighten them. "First, tell me what has happened. Are your sons well? Jax?"