Mag knew about great loss. Shilo, Marni...her own parents. She was not above knowing loss and grief of those she loved and knew deserved better. Mag missed all of them dearly, Shilo especially. Having no children of her own, she missed the girl so very much. Shilo had grown to be much like her mother, it had almost been equivalent to seeing a ghost and Nathan had lied to her...
The gravity of the thanks Erik offered was felt on her and she nodded. "You are welcome," Mag breathed and she meant it. With every fiber of her being. She did not say such things idly, not coming from the world she had where loss was an every evening event.
Mag also knew the respect for personal space so she did not reach out to him again despite wanting to. They were still strange to each other though that would leave as the time allowed.