Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

eyes of amber soften with sympathy. an unspoken 'you poor thing'. while she hadn't experienced grief and loss of someone close to her before, she could feel his pain. could see the cloud that looms over him. "i am sorry, sólhárr. to live without your other half is a life condemned." 

she stops a respectful distance away. "perhaps the wind will guide them home again." whomever he lost, they must have meant the world. she does not ask; she does not wish to poke at fresh wounds. 

instead, she can do what she does best; offer a soothing presence and a listening ear. he asks of her family and the smile she meets the question with is small, weary. 

"siqniq. an island far from here. i left my home for something greater. the winds whispered to me that i would find kin here." her eyes glance toward the moon. "but i have not found them."