That confirmsthat then. She lost her father. Her mother too it would seem. It's a pang in his heart and a look of sympathy.

"...Do you want to? Talk about them, I mean." She clearly doesn't, but still he presses. "It might help. And I don't mind. Speaking as the dead, it does a spirit good to be remembered. And speaking as someone with losses, giving air to a wound does a lot for letting it heal."

Have they drawn their hands back at all? If not, he's setting one over hers.

"You have listened to all this from me. Seems only fair."