*takes in your dry eyes, the utter bewilderment of loss* *gives you your silence and your space for a moment (and there will be no interruptions, just yet; the servants beyond the door heard nothing out of place)*
*sets her own tea down and rises to her feet, pulling a clean kerchief from one of her pockets* *sits beside you and gently takes your injured hand to inspect it* It must be something of a shock to all of you, whether in her direct service or no.