Miles felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and the now familiar brush over their bond mark. He gave her a soft smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied. "Just worried about Liam, is all."
"He was a bit of a mess after his mother died, and well now he's lost his grandmother figure too." Thinking of Liam at this age brought back long suppressed memories of another young man, a little older than Liam, but one who was just as upset by the sight of a coffin being lowered into the ground.
Death was all around them, and he would have wanted nothing more than for Liam to just not have to deal with it. He flicked a gaze at Daphne. "I did try to warn her, but the fool woman refused to listen."