There's not much to say to that, really. Ness sits with it in silence, instead, letting the gravity of it settle. Around them, the bustle of the training grounds continues, heedless of their somber little island. Grunts and groans of effort, clashing weapons, quick-patter rapid footfalls sound all around them, but muted, somehow, distant.

"Thank you," she says eventually, "for sharing that with me."

It may not be a secret, but it is still precious, all the same.

"You—" begins the sentence, and then stops short, Ness surprised that she spoke at all. Well. Now that she's started, the only thing to do is finish, unfortunately. "You're less angry than I expected. Or scared. Not that you should be, and I understand you've probably seen enough rifters not to get too terribly concerned when one shows up with weird magic, but, you know—"

Ness cuts herself with a huff and a roll of her eyes, looking to Gwen with an expression that pleads for her to be put out of her own misery.