Owen was, admittedly, at a bit of a loss for words. He wanted to comfort her, somehow, but was unsure what to say or do. In his own grief he hadn't looked to anyone else for consolation, and was hesitant how to offer that to someone else, now. "If there is anything I might be able to do, my lady," he said, simply, carefully, "anything at all- please, just say the word, and I would do it."