She laces her fingers with Herian's, and gives her hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry too, about Saoirse. I didn't get to know her well, but she seemed pretty great." People come and go from the Inquisition all the time -- some purposely, some less so. It doesn't get easier.

"I'm... OK, mostly. It's nice, having my sisters here, but strange. And I don't know how much I should tell them about..." She gestures vaguely with her free hand. "We don't know for sure how Rifters work, but if some of the most common guesses are right... part of us never left. Which means this part of us probably never goes back? And I'm coping with that, but Sarah's got a kid, you know?" It's quiet, but honest. Making herself be, as much as she's not entirely comfortable.