The poor girl, it pulls, the awful feeling she had been stuck with when she first came. Shock and loss all mixed together.

"No, no, my lady. It is a great deal to adjust too. I nearly wept every day I came."

She cups her cheek to help her dry her eyes, and does what she so dearly wished someone had done for her, then. Kissing her forehead warmly and making sure that the scarf was secure around her.

"Have you eaten? Everything is worse when you have not, I find. Then I will get you measured up for a gown, shall I? I am a seamstress, here, and another of the Void-Touched, as they call us. We will get you settled in your rooms and comfortable."