"Oh, Sora," Fauna started, but Meryweather hushed her and moved the other ladies back. "Give him some time," she scolded them.
Aba placed her hand gently on Sora's shoulder and have it a gentle squeeze. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Sora," she said. "When you're ready, we make cookies."
She moved away to give him some privacy with his thoughts. She could remember when she lost her husband, how her children reacted. They mourned differently, but they both mourned. It wasn't something you could dictate or anticipate. It was a very individual thing.