She gives a tiny nod, lips pressed together, trying her best not to be unreasonable and take it personally. This grief is all his and has nothing to do with her, she knows that and knows she has no claim to it - it just hurts when you want to reach out and offer comfort, but you can't, just because you are you.

"I'll talk about my sect. But... maybe not with you." Her fingers knot together. "Maybe we can speak of other things." Another gulp. She's never been a coward, this is no time to start. She meets his eyes, face steeled with determination. "If you're still willing to try?"