She looked at him silently for a long moment and then smiled - soft and small.

"You are kind," she decided. "And I hope the memory a happy one. Mine... There is no use dwelling upon it. I still have hope that what I have lost has not been lost forever. That, for now, must be enough."

It wasn't, and it couldn't be, but grief was not for strangers, however kind. Nadja had been trained to be the council for her people. It was not right, to seek council from outsiders. She had Runa.

But she couldn't help the wish to offer her own.

"But I am happy to speak of other things, or to help you remember, if that is what you wish."