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Alone, just as she—but with a heavier burden to carry. Kovette frowned, feeling for the other; grief could be just as cruel as it was sorrowful, she knew, and to experience it alone... she could not imagine. “How come?” she asked, then added, “You do not have to answer that.” Truthfully, it wasn’t her business and she knew this, but was curious anyways.

“Kovette,” she returned, following his introduction. Frowning, she shifted her weight back and forth before starting towards him, her frown swapped for a hesitant smile as she stopped and sat just a short ways off from him. “Do you want company...?” she offered. As awkward as she felt, she decided that she couldn’t be unkind—and trying to disappear without any offer of support was just that. Besides, if she expected help from those she encountered, then she should also offer help in return, however she might be able.