She waited, sensing discomfort, and didn't try to press him when he paused. She understood how something might be difficult to speak or think about. By the gods, how she knew.

"He sounds... rather like your average idiot warrior." It was spoken softly though, with compassion. "Often they mean well, but, still... perhaps it was meant to be in your world, lest Eire would have fallen as mine did. It is more unusual for tragedy to result into a positive in our stories than the other way around. Your Eire does not know what could have happened."