Duck Lake every night I'll be with you

Howl begins to tell her that his life had not been as weighty as her own. She nods, fairly unsurprised, until he brings up a story of a dead girl... a lost love, perhaps. Maybe it was because her years had desensitized her to her own tale- but his seemed heavier to her. Sure, she had bled. Been drugged, even. But she hadn't experienced that kind of loss. The loss of one who was the dearest to you. His chuckle did little to lighten the topic. 

Her midnight gaze drifts to her paws, feeling uncomfortable to meet his eyes. If only she could recite such well-chosen words as him. What could she say to console him? At least a word of politeness? "That sounds awful weighty to me. I'm so sorry for your loss." She murmurs, the words feeling thick in her throat. Her gaze moves back to his face, and she wonders if she's said the right thing. "I hope you're doing better now. I couldn't possibly understand what you went through." She sighs. At least she had gotten what she wanted- a bit of background, a little snippet of a story. At this time, both knew eachother well, and yet barely knew eachother at all. It was an unusual first meeting.