There's so much to take in. So much that is increasingly difficult to take in. The potent air of grief thickens the air like the drowning wave of a merciless sea storm. Viatorus tries to focus through the disorienting atmosphere he's now being tuned into, but it gets harder the more Amelia speaks. She steels herself before each sentence, but there is pain in every word.

Her tale leaves him stunned, but he snaps out of it when she starts to cry. Lost, he panics on the spot for a moment, but then moves to sit next to her on the bed and pull her into a hug. He... really doesn't know what else to do.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I'm so very, very sorry."