"Ssssshhhhh," Lorcan said soothingly. There wasn't much he could say in comfort; her father was dead. He could just try to be here and help her through the first shock of it all.
"It's hard," he admitted. He'd never actually experienced the death of someone so close to him, but someone had tried to murder his mother years ago, and after that experience he thought he had some very hard won perspective on death and terrible things happening. It had been hard, and he had needed someone to hold him when he cried; that someone had been Corrie Pye, which seemed like it would hold some sort of irony if he thought about it, but he set it aside for now.
Lucia's next words caused him to shake his head in denial of her words. She might be too close to see it, but she could probably feel it, a steady and firm motion. "But that's not true. Or if it is, it's true for everyone. Everyone dies eventually, and everyone who dies was loved by someone, sometime. You're not alone."