"Oh, Luna, I'm so very sorry," Rolf said, feeling a pang for her and for the loss of her father. He'd sat with the man more than once to keep him company; he'd rather liked him. And of course, Luna was a dear friend, and he wouldn't wish that loss on her at all. He stepped forward and hugged her gently, not sure if she'd welcome it or not right now.
"Is there anything I can do? I can at least take all but the worst emergencies from the vet, if needed." But he didn't know what else to do, what else to offer. A close fmaily death was not something he'd handled before.