Coming across her has him pause, then he quietly moves around her, preparing a fresh pot of tea - this one to share. It takes some effort, unfamiliar with the odd way to cook, but he manages fire and heating water.

Only when he's satisfied does he set it down and take the cold cup from before her.

He knows what grief looks like. And while he can never be mistaken as a man comfortable with comforting others, he is an older brother.

"We are strangers," he starts quietly. "But you are not alone."