[ The silence, and the way her hand drops as she considers it... Honerva doesn't know what got through to her or what conclusions she is drawing from it, but at least something has relented. ]

... It is familiar. To be so helpless, no matter what power lies at your fingertips. He has prevailed, but that feeling yet remains.

[ She can't tell her not to blame herself, when she would do the same, but she does not blame her. ]

If you wish to speak of it all, or simply... be, I will be here. As before.