Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

A somber expression crossed the man's dark face, upon hearing that their land had burned down. He could only imagine how unfortunate that must have been, how many lives had been uprooted, how much-sacred land had been lost. There was no way he could yet know the true extent of the devastation... But he could surmise.

I'm terribly sorry to hear that, Célnes... He murmured, for a moment averting his gaze as he thought of what to say next. Gradually... The ears atop his head that had lowered in empathy now began to rise back to their usual perk, as his eyes returned to the elken woman. My... mother used to tell me to run from the sight of smoke, but not to fear the fire. It's dangerous, yes, but... The ground that grows after it will be born anew. Some forests can't grow without it.

If that makes any sense. He wasn't very confident in his own ability to relay such a metaphor. It's... unfortunate, it's not always understandable... Nor fair... But I like to believe there's a silver lining. You're here now, and that must mean something... Right?