"I'm sorry," she starts. There's more she could ask. Like if the sad look is one for a friend or companion lost to war or if there was more there that is being left unsaid. Diana has already given her so much and Hilda knows that war only adds another complicated, awful level on top of everything else. To ask for more would be cruel. It would turn it into a spectacle.

She draws in a breath, giving Diana a small smile. "They're lucky to have had both of you fighting them." It isn't enough to console and she realizes that. But if Diana is used to a warrior's way, then she would know. "I'd love to hear more about him if you ever feel comfortable some day. But I think we have a cliff to jump."

Words wouldn't help but maybe feeling weightless, even if just for a moment, would help.