Conlan barely caught Matthews glance. It was true there was probably some bad blood between them, it had almost seemed like every person Conlan had been close to over the past few years, already had a much deeper and more honest relationship to the older man. In a more introspective moment Con might have expected him to also known Viara and Ordhan long before Con met them. But this wasn't an introspective moment, and Conlan never was a man who could afford to hold grudges. At the moment he was worried about Lalin, and Con knew how much she'd be hurting long before he could see the moment hit.
It was the first time in a long time he had to comfort a friend over the death of a loved one. As she fell on Natthew, Con began to feel very much out of place. He didn't doubt being part of her support system, in the past he'd offered advice, but he wasn't exactly emotionally open. He'd meant to change that after the events of Norloth but now... he just couldn't think of what to say. It seemed sudden self realizations didn't come with directions, and Conlan was at a loss. Finally he took a breath and looked at Matthew.
"She should probably go see Az, I'll find the Boss and see if we can't find out more, and make arrangements to help handle this."