"It is at that. Or at least, it reminds me of the only homes I have ever known." Bethany sighed, as she looked around the tavern, her gaze soft and pensive. She looks over at the other woman at her words, before her expression melts into sympathetic sorrow.

"...I do know. May I see the list? I want to know ... I want to see who else I must light a candle for, tonight."