Silence fell like a shroud over The'ara. She set aside the lute. Gingerly taking both of his large hands in hers, she looked from one of his golden eyes to the next.
"I cannot tell you what will work for you. Everyone grieves differently, just like everyone loves differently. But for me, I took comfort in knowing that nothing ever really dies. We're all immortal, in our own fashion. Like water to steam and back to water again, we're just changing forms.
"When... my grandmother died, I... thought I'd never be happy again. It felt like... to allow myself any form of joy was the worst sort of betrayal ever. And then one day, a friend told me that was not true. My grandmother--wherever she might be--would want me to remember her with love and rejoice the time we had together. Those that love us, truly love us, will only ever want for our happiness. When I felt she gave me permission to be happy again... it changed my whole world." She shook her head at herself. "I'm... sorry if I'm telling you anything you already know. But... maybe you just need a reminder. Sometimes, you pick yourself back up again. Other times, a friend will stop by and help you find your way."
Her smile was full of compassion and the sort of love she held for all those who suffered. "And who knows? Maybe your hopes and dreams will come find you."
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