His words offered very little comfort, though he spoke them sincerely enough. It was in his eyes, she thought. Kind eyes, kind soul. She chuckled to herself then, thinking that was something her mother would say. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, she mused.
A silence lingered before she stood to leave when something stopped her. “Thank you,” she said simply to him. He looked at her, slightly puzzled but still that same kindness in his eyes. “You probably don’t hear that very often,” she said as if in way of explanation, though she knew it wasn’t.