Duster looked up at Zelda and studied her face. Here was a young woman who had lost someone she loved, and all he could do was sit and listen. He folded his hands while letting his face relax into a frown. He had consoled Flint after Hinawa's funeral when no other Tazmilian would talk to a man who had assaulted his neighbors the previous night, and he was sure to be there when Lucas was reminiscing the times when his mother was alive. It was Duster's job to offer comfort in this world as well.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "It's alright to cry, or to feel weak when someone close to you...is gone. I can't say I understand what you're feeling right now, but if there's something I could do..." He moved his head up, hoping to catch Zelda's eye.