Ophelia chrr'd in sympathy, then put her tea-cup down. Pulling out the spare red-scarf from where it'd fallen in the bag that had formerly carried the food. Fluttering over and wrapping it around Zelda. "It'll be fine kupo. You're not alone."

Vincent held his cup in his right hand, studying her as Ophelia retook her seat. "Hearing that might not make much difference now. It will matter later though, once the pain has dulled some and comfort is needed." There was no need to state how common her feeling of grief was; people often didn't realize just what they had until they no longer had it.