The tissue is taken this time, and as she dabs at her eyes and nose with it, Amelia takes Adia's hand again. Something makes her feel as if she can't full part from the other woman yet, so she does what she has to to stay close.
As Adia explains her world's traditions, Amelia gives her hand a gentle squeeze. It seems traditions aren't all that different from one world to another, at least in some aspects. Offered prayers, a gathering to support those who lost someone... It's all very familiar, even if there are still many differences to what she knows from her home on Kairn.
When Adia begins to falter, Amelia squeezes her friend's hand gently. This is what Adia did for her earlier, so this should be helpful, right? "There's no need to apologize. Losing people is hard, in war and in the natural course of life. To have to change your traditions to accommodate so many fallen at once... I can't even imagine how hard that must be." She doesn't smile - how could she at a time like this? - but she sets aside the tissue in her free hand and carefully cradles Adia's hand between both of her own.
She's never lived through a war. There had been whispers of far-away fighting on her world when she left it behind, but it never reached her city. Her grandparents and parents told her stories of men and women who never came home and could never be properly sent into the afterlife after they went missing on the fields of battle. That Adia has to live with that pain every day is something the rogue could never hope to understand after living a life insulated from such overwhelming violence.
For a moment, she lets that comfort linger in the air and gives Adia's hand another small squeeze. "Do they go somewhere nice, when they go to the Underworld?" she asks. So many people believe in a paradise after death, perhaps Adia's people do as well?
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As Adia explains her world's traditions, Amelia gives her hand a gentle squeeze. It seems traditions aren't all that different from one world to another, at least in some aspects. Offered prayers, a gathering to support those who lost someone... It's all very familiar, even if there are still many differences to what she knows from her home on Kairn.
When Adia begins to falter, Amelia squeezes her friend's hand gently. This is what Adia did for her earlier, so this should be helpful, right? "There's no need to apologize. Losing people is hard, in war and in the natural course of life. To have to change your traditions to accommodate so many fallen at once... I can't even imagine how hard that must be." She doesn't smile - how could she at a time like this? - but she sets aside the tissue in her free hand and carefully cradles Adia's hand between both of her own.
She's never lived through a war. There had been whispers of far-away fighting on her world when she left it behind, but it never reached her city. Her grandparents and parents told her stories of men and women who never came home and could never be properly sent into the afterlife after they went missing on the fields of battle. That Adia has to live with that pain every day is something the rogue could never hope to understand after living a life insulated from such overwhelming violence.
For a moment, she lets that comfort linger in the air and gives Adia's hand another small squeeze. "Do they go somewhere nice, when they go to the Underworld?" she asks. So many people believe in a paradise after death, perhaps Adia's people do as well?