Sun Mote Copse Sometimes the weight of the world is too much

Chanel's generally cheerful exterior grew solemn, as Wraen spoke of her loss. Not her own son, but her student all the same. With Chanel's lack of life experience, she not fully comprehend the pain a loss of a dear student could cause, but she imagined it must be very painful. Her heart hurt for her leader. If only she knew how to comfort her or make things better, but she knew not. She could only offer what words came to her. 

"Miss Wraen... I am so so sorry, for your loss. I could never understand the pain you are feeling." She paused, and decided that she should not end her words on a sad note. She was a hopeful girl, perhaps should could evoke hope in the hearts of others. She saw no reason to firmly believe someone was gone if there had not been clear evidence. It was a bit idealistic, but this sort of mindset had carried her through life so far- and she had not lost her bright spirit yet. 

"However. I believe that your student will return home. Perhaps he is on his way home right now, with your prayer keeping him safe. You must hold tightly to your hope," She spoke. Perhaps it was not appropriate, for the lowly girl to advise her own leader like this. But it hurt her to see other people hurting, and she wished that Wraen would not lose her own hope or give up on searching.