[The desperation in this boy's eyes... Poor thing is in a period of loss and uncertainty and wants something to be sure and true. Lashan takes a couple steps closer, offering the remains of his sword back to him in an open palm. If he doesn't shy away from her reach she puts her other hand heavy on his shoulder for a moment, her black-eyed gaze steady.

She is sympathetic, and glad that he's trying to move forwards instead of lying in the grief of it. There's also a 'but' there which, she doesn't know what it is. It's not a malevolent one. Maybe just that she's reserved and it doesn't feel right to show too much of that sympathy.]

Good lad. [She considers the news.] How long have you and others been here? I'm going to assume no one's appeared to tell you why any of this is happening.

Do you think these were close reflections of the people they mirrored? Did they know things you didn't?