"No, not all," he agrees quietly after a moment. If only his own experience this evening had been so fortunate. At least the worst of it is past, or so he hopes.

Finel steps closer to her, offering a hand to her feet.

"Would you tell me more about her? I'd like to understand what it is about her that touches you so."

There's a beat before he remembers with a gentle smile: "My name is Finel. What's yours?"