There's a pause to consider, though there was sorrow in the words. Life was precious, it was a gift, and it didn't matter if it was a young baby or an old man. Life was a life. But surely it was better to die peacefully without doubt than suffer through these troubled times when so much of your life is already over. "I'm sorry for your loss," She finally said plainly. "His advice would still be treasured even now." Oh, he could possibly be Traditionalist. That made some sense in her mind.
There was. None. Her ultimate choice rejected her and she really hadn't the time to recover from the said rejection. And yet she'd return to the home where she first met this presence. She would attend services.
"There is ... some who won't want help. No reason to force it. Sometimes it only drives a larger wound into the soul. They need time to adjust."