[ She is quiet for a while, a depth of feeling inside of her that she can scarcely begin to put to word, but she knows she has to try. What Merrill had faced... It was unkind of her to come and raise these memories, even if she wasn't aware of it before they'd spoken. A knot rises in her stomach, to her throat, but she forces herself to calm down.

Her hands press into her chest, eyes closed, before she reaches for her crystal, grips it and speaks. ]

I cannot imagine your pain. It cannot be compared to mine - the life of one cannot be measured against the life of so many. I hope Sarenrae - that your God - might bring them to an easy rest. That they understand your cause, if not the pain.