[ She would be surprised if even that span of time for a cry would be adequate for him. She suspects her own would be a ceaseless flow. With the stakes what they've been, the time he takes to be even this presentable is feels perfectly within reason. ]

[ She spent a good portion of it in a meditative state, too afraid to hold onto any one thought for too long. Her own grief threatened find a way out through those precious normal moments hidden behind and around the losses and the victories. They slip by one by one, and time and again she refocuses on his trembling and the bases of his ears to settle down. ]

[ By the his relative recovery, the only thought she has left to think is the tragedy of having not said it sooner. His words return her back to the moment and to their shared reality here on Earth. ]

[ She considers his question, looking upon him in an odd blend of protective warmth and deep fearful uncertainty. ]

I... will start with an apology. That I did not tell you any sooner is a travesty. Nor how much the Scions, the Exarch, and I strive to... really remember what Amaurot was. Who your people were. Who you were. [ Yenh inclines her head. She finds it easier not to look at him. ] I understand it is too little, too late. Mayhap anything I say is an insult at this point, mayhap I deserve a degree of your wrath. But I respect you. I... [ What is there to be said? 'Sorry I killed you'? Yenh had no choice. She flounders against this sense of inadequacy. ] Wish it hadn't ended like that.