(He's quiet, watching as she wrestles with the emotions of the situation and the weight of his request. It doesn't have to be said. He's been alive long enough and his relationship is close enough with death that he understands. It's why he can only shake his head and smile.

It's why he reaches out to pat her on the head. Can he do that? It feels very familiar and a lesser spirit like him probably shouldn't have the right.)

By sharing words from your chest, you make your feelings known. If you kept them locked away, no one would ever know your heart.

(Taking his hand back, he bows his head just slightly in a mix of small apology and acknowledgment, )

Thank you for your words.