[ It's going to take time for her to get used to the fact she has a feature now. She simply had it, her hair was always this way over her perceived eight-hundred years, not realizing until much later that it never did revert to brown and gray. ]

I grew up in a time and place where the most we did was light a stationary candle in remembrance. Lanterns or boats, they feel more...peaceful, somehow. As though we're sending our memories to the universe with care.

[ At the other woman's confession, Claire's expression softens. ]

That's alright. I didn't know him, but I'd hoped to work with him at some point to do something for the kids. And thinking about this loss, I can't help but think of others; I think that's natural. [ She doesn't know this woman, but she's moved to be an ear if needed. ] Would you like to say anything about your friends?

[ She should introduce herself, but that can wait, at least for a the moment. ]