[Unpractised as his embrace may be, it still comforts her. In this moment, she can hardly imagine two more miserable souls than them, holding on to each other like to a life ring as the pain threatens to swallow them up. Her voice is thick with grief as she nods in understanding.]

It's... it's tormenting no matter what, isn't it? To remember, but to forget as well. If we stay here, these may be the voices we'll hear from the whispering pools.

[It's nowhere near proven, but what could they possibly become if not wraiths, and where could they go but back to the cavern and its catacombs, with no light to guide them? Her tone turns softer as she asks:]

Did he return your feelings? Do you know?

[It's a hard question to ask, but the answer will determine whether she'll be able to encourage him to at least try to hold on to the memory of loving and being loved in kind.]