Redsand Canyon Breathe into me

The Overseer smiled softly at Beroya's assurance. 
She can choose her own meaning. 

In response to her tale, they tell their own, and as she listens, Nyra's eyes soften with empathy.
She sighed, looking up to Burcya in the sky, "I'm sorry for your loss." 

Golden gaze returns to the bounty hunter. 
"Losses like that are hard to push through, I imagine. I cannot say I miss my place of birth..."