[Anemone nods and leans into him slightly, touching the side of her head to his. She doesn't want to try to speak her understanding of the pain and loss he's feeling, as words alone will never be enough. Instead, she allows her touch, and the unsaid understanding to speak for themselves.

She thinks of her missing father, wherever he was. Her mother, who was home but so far away. Her community of lost people. She hates that they're not here also.]

I'm sorry that it hurts so much.

[She says eventually.]

Especially since you have no way of knowing when it might happen again. How cruel that Space Bridge is.