She knew that sort of loss. So it was easy for her to relate. "I'm sorry." She offered lamely. "But perhaps she will come back. Gabriel did." She referred to the Archangel that had claimed her heart and soul.
Rather timidly, and it was coming from someone who wasn't the slightest bit timid about anything, she gently patted his shoulder. He wasn't intimidating, not in the slightest, then again very little intimidated her. "Everything will turn out right in the end." She offered. It had to right?