Maybe, but her grief is...not easy to speak to. Not even to herself.

"You wouldn't want me in there. I used to be a good cook-- I think. No I'm sure I was at some point. The odds are with me." And more with her than she wants to think. "But I've lost the knack."

She smiles as they come to the music carriage, running her fingers over the keys of a keyboard. Another knack she's lost.

"Do you play?"