Dutifully, she takes a moment before replying, does not simply say all is well and leave it be. Ever since those grim days where she looked to Tranquility, there has been a balancing act. Even when she is on easy, solid ground, she remembers that the abyss exists, and she needs to watch her footing, and let Cosima help her where need be, just as she wishes to help Cosima. It's a clumsy metaphor, she suspects, but such things have never been her gift.

"I am... sorry that Saoirse has departed from Kirkwall, for now. She is a dear friend. And I am... I wish I had made more time to acquaint myself with Prompto, before..." He disappeared, as rifters sometimes do. If she tried to say his disappearance had not been jarring, had not terrified her on some level about what could happen to Cosima, she would be lying.

Even so, she gives Cosima a smile. "I cannot control all things. I am... trying to be better from moment to moment, and not dwell on what has been or what may be." With a little tilt of her head, acknowledging, "Some days I remember that better than others. And you?"