It did make him feel a little better, but Tony wasn't sure he was any less panicked than he was when he heard Sansa call 'immediately'. The circumstances weren't significantly changed, just the timetable. Sansa's confidence in what her body was doing was going to get them all through this, and it was a relief to hear her calm expectations.

And she was going to have to be the calm one, from the sound of it. Tony was only going to feed into Tyrion's pessimism if it was up to him to deliver this news. "Sure, yeah," he started, and offered an arm for Sansa to take as much as she needed to get steady on her feet and get them moving to the house. Carrying her was risky, right? Right. Probably. "I don't think a strange man in his room is going to give that kind of, not an emergency, everything is normal, energy we're going for. Do you have a bag ready? Tell you what, you're in charge of Tyrion, all you have to do is get him on board and enjoy each other and take your time, you just have to tell me what to get and it will be ready for you." 'Get to Altair' had to mean the hospital, so they must have had a plan in place for Tony to help execute.