[She wipes her eyes again, and then readjusts her glasses, trying to calm her breathing. Somehow, she didn't even find herself quite this upset with discovering what Jasmine's past life was... But then, she hadn't witnessed her sister dying, and at the time had to be a shoulder for her to cry on.

This was something entirely different.

She blinks a bit as she notices Winter's hand, and then sighs, squeezing her hand back.]

No, I- I suppose not. Thank you, though...

[She takes another, deep breath, and exhales it.]

His name was Cologne. He was my- [She stops a moment, eyes widening again. She blinks tears away again, and shifts her gaze down.] -her fairy... her partner. Her best friend. But... he died...

[Everything dies, though, right? If she's reliving the memories of someone's life, then... assuredly that made sense?

And yet it was significant enough to be the first thing she ever echoed back. It was something that made her feel like this, like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on.]