[ He's quiet for a moment, head ducking under the weight of his thoughts. Everything certainly seems to sum it up, given the far-reaching effects of what's happened. There isn't a man, woman or child who won't feel the effects of what's happened, won't suffer for it. And yet there's a secret little core of shame in that thinks - what about me? What good is an advisor -- a blind one, at that -- with nobody to advise? Everything he knows, everything he's learned has been in aid of supporting Noctis. And now Noctis is gone.

He sighs, quietly, nods to her and lifts his face. There is no time for self-indulgent wallowing. ]

Thank you. It may not seem like much, but it's good to hear.

[ And then, because dwelling on it may well undo him: ]

You mentioned there was something you wanted to discuss?