Broken Antler Fen and armor beneath her skin

She watched them, suddenly feeling very intrusive upon their grief. She did not know Blodreina well enough to share what they felt so strongly. She could only offer condolences.
"I am very sorry to hear." She dipped her head, closing her eyes and remembering that fleeting image of the young girl's mother. 

She should leave them to delve in their sorrows.
"We will still form Roangeda, if you wish."
She waited a moment, in case either replied, then moved away. Not far enough to be completely gone, but enough to give them privacy and able to be called with a shout.