[ Merrin has only just arrived here, herself, but she can feel the sorrow that lingers in the aftermath of such destruction. It's a sorrow she's acutely familiar with.
There's something about the young woman that strikes a familiar chord within her, a recognition, perhaps, of that same loss that had defined so many of those she'd chosen to share any part of herself with over the past few years. It's why she chooses to speak now rather than allowing the other woman her privacy. ]
Were they your people?
[ It's a gentle question, with the weight behind it of someone who had done the same for her own, though flowers on Dathomir were scarce. There were many ways to honor the dead, however, not all of them visible to others. ]
Libertas
There's something about the young woman that strikes a familiar chord within her, a recognition, perhaps, of that same loss that had defined so many of those she'd chosen to share any part of herself with over the past few years. It's why she chooses to speak now rather than allowing the other woman her privacy. ]
Were they your people?
[ It's a gentle question, with the weight behind it of someone who had done the same for her own, though flowers on Dathomir were scarce. There were many ways to honor the dead, however, not all of them visible to others. ]