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"Something about it? No, I think there is no remedy for me. Or did you mean something other than talk?"

Bazi thought about it, then shrugged. If memory served and this was indeed about a split family, there was precious little she could do for him in that moment. They could search - but where? Bazi's surviving family (if there were any) were gone, and she had concluded her grieving for them a long time ago. Galileo needed to do the same. In the meantime, she could offer comfort. With tentative steps, Bazi moved to sit beside her ailing friend and gently leaned her head against his grey shoulder.