Genevieve smiled her thanks when she was handed the glass. After he spoke she nodded. Being back on the fighting ground, losing people again just so shortly after Rohan had already vanished, it had left a mark on her. Her eyes filled with sympathy at his remark. The survivors would always beat themselves up.
"I'm afraid it has." Her hand reached out to him to give his a squeeze. But she wasn't sure whether it would be a welcome gesture. Only a few days ago, he hadn't even wanted her to be around him anymore. Instead she spoke again. "I hope that it saved lives. It's what I always think you know... that I hope something good came out of it." She shrugged. It was a miserable gesture. "But that's not always the case, is it?" She tried to smile. It didn't quite work. Instead she raised or her own glass and drank a few sips. She had never been one who had drunk a lot.