She stared up at him, attentive and rapt, listening though she said nothing. Yet she watched him as well. The brightness of his eyes, that moment they light up, and then that change.

A small bit of a frown curved her lips, head tilting to one side in curiosity. “If… if they’ve all been sent home, he may return there as he was here. Well and healthy, healed by them and returned,” she offered in soft, slight tones still not sure what to think when they had to consider that so many left at once, and the nonbraceleted besides. There was no way to know, even in her short time she knew that, but she would do no less than try and offer Cain something to hold to. Her hand brushed his hand, hesitant but offering solace as she could.

“Then don’t cope with it. Not yet. Remember the music,” she said, smiling at that. Oh how some of the men in her life were so alike with their music. “Remember him and we’ll get through this,” she murmured, leaning in against his arm, half hugging him. “Then, when you’re ready, we can use the library and the others here and even those weird little things… hatches? And we can try and find them for you.”

She would offer whatever she could, feeling a bit stronger in trying to be helpful.