"Yeah," Bastien says, quiet smile aimed at his cards rather than directly at Marcus' face. Good to have had; terrible to have lost. His smile dips, but he doesn't voice condolences again. "I didn't know her well, but she seemed—"

A gesture with his fanned cards, careless enough to give a glimpse of the cards. (If the stakes were higher he'd never.)

"Bright." As an afterthought, he plays one of those cards as well. "Not clever—I mean, clever too, I'm sure. But bright like light. Some people have a glow."