Aragibal, for once, was quiet while Athala explained her feelings and what was going on. He was confronted with the acute understanding that he had no clue what it was like to live in Atha's shoes. What happened did offer some insight into the state she was in when he found her and why it seemed she lacked common sense in a number of areas.

As she finished Ara could feel his heart breaking. He knew this was one of those moments in his life he had to say something and he had to try to comfort her and he had to try, but he had no clue what to do. He couldn't relate to having a house because his tribe always moved, the dead were often buried with only the smallest of graves that were lost to time, and he had nothing from home because of how hastily he left. It was, of course, the terms at which he left compared to hers - he chose to leave, she was left.

He didn't try to touch her, but he did lean forward a little bit, looking to her meaningfully, his voice low and gentle.

"You are proof of your mom, not just your hair and the glass beads you wear." He hesitated for a moment, then continued, in a very small voice that was barely even a mumble. "I never met her, but I can't help but think she would be proud of you."