Stahma's eyes followed Ukitake as he stood, noting the uncomfortable movement in it. Perhaps his ghost was attempting to interact with him? It did look a bit strange from Stahma's point of view, but she said nothing, continuing to sip her tea as Ukitake related the tale to her.
"Your duty or not, it is not entirely your fault when your illness prevented you from doing what you should have done." Stahma spoke gently. "It is not your fault that you have an illness, and you can't entirely control when it flares and when it doesn't." Of course, Stahma was well aware that it would take more than simple words to change Ukitake's opinion on the matter, especially when it was tied to honor. Honor did carry such a heavy weight for some.