[ Iorveth listens intently, trying to build a mental picture of this woman, of what Sorrel looked like next to her. What happiness might've been in place of this crushing grief that flows from him. ]

She sounds like an incredible woman. I wish I could've met her. I'm sure the world's lesser for her loss.

[ the wrong people are always the ones to die, such is the world, senseless and unforgiving. there's not really anyone to blame for this either - no humans to point to and exact vengeance. just cruel fate and happenstance. there's little to do with mourning like that. ]

I imagine it will be hurt for much longer, but if there's anything I can do for you, my friend, don't hesitate to ask.