Her grasp communicates, in its own way. Celehar's head bows forward abruptly with the grip of her hand around his, as he takes another shuddering inhale. There's no further words, for a moment, as he focuses on keeping himself upright, and keeping the emotion at bay.

It bleeds from him eventually, the wary tension. He certainly can't start shaking any more than he already has, but the revelation has its own effect on him. It takes him a few long moments to look up once more towards the light of the lantern - in the meantime, it's hopeful that they at least won't go off-course in their wanderings.

"Many things are," he says at last, though it's more rasp than word, before he clears his throat. An acknowledgement of both their pain, less said than implied with his tone. When he finally lifts his head, he catches her eye. "Somehow," he says, "It was still - possible to move on, though for a time... I did not know how. It was only after I dreamed of Ulis's call once again that I realized I could."