Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

His guilt intensified as she explained that she was unable to make the journey to her sister's grave. I'm sorry, he said again, knowing it probably didn't mean much but feeling the need to say it anyway. This was all his fault, wasn't it? Do you want to talk about...your sister, he asked uncertainly, half expecting her to become angry with him again. He didn't know how else to let her know he was here to listen, though. Quickly, he added, Or, about anything else. He was afraid his first question might make her feel obligated to talk about something that clearly made her sad. But if he was unable to help her make the journey to her lost family member, maybe he could offer her the comfort of someone just willing to listen.