"I wish the same for you," he says, soft. "And I'm happy you have your friends, who understand."

Better than he does, he knows, for there is the knowing of a pain and then there is the living of it, and no matter the stories they tell one another, he will always have been in his world and she in hers. So, in this moment, he is more grateful for the gunslingers than he could ever easily express. "I know there may be no easing of this for you," he continues, after a moment. "But I hope you'll allow me to try and help you bear it."