Wapun Meadow Sun and the moon

She listened quietly while he talked about his sister, his love for her apparent in his expression as he described her. It made her miss her own sisters more than she already did, the pain swelling in her chest and making it difficult for her to keep her normal stoic appearance. But she was well versed in the art of hiding her emotions from others, and so she successfully kept a straight face against the searing pain of the loss of her family. She suddenly wished she hadn't brought up the subject of his sister, growing irritated that she put herself in a position that caused her painful memories to resurface. You're lucky to have family close, she managed to get out with a steady voice. It was the nicest thing she had probably ever said to a stranger. Apparently grief made her soft where families were involved. It was a little annoying to feel empathy for someone she barely knew, but she wasn't sure she could do anything to stop it.