It is saaaad.
[Those words give her thought. Hand lowering she remains silent a moment. Of course she is aware of the sensitivity of the subject. Even she herself (particularly after her show earlier in the day) has her moments when she finds it difficult to carry quietly in her heart. Ever since the return of her memories the weight of their deaths hangs somewhere upon her small shoulders.
There's a look of understanding in her eyes; calm, knowing. Neither of them have come here today in order to garner sympathy from others on pasts that might not even be fully healed. Today isn't about them, anyhow. Giving a small hum, the smile on her face is touched by a small bit of sadness.
What a tragic way to be connected.]
What were they like? [Curious, the question is soft; spoken gently.] Do you remember them?