Christopher was stirred by her voice and question, raising his head and eyes as he attempted to form a reply. He had no idea whether to tell her the truth or try to cover it. But, being a woman, she would probably know he was withholding something. Helene always had.
"Ones of a deep grief, much as yourself," he said simply, trying not to seem too morose as he answered her question. With a weak smile he added, "But mine is not as fresh as yours."