She's beyond weeping, great outpourings of grief stopped when her little boy's heart did. But it comes to something like it, holding her. Wrapped arms tightly to her shoulders, face in her hair as she takes low breaths. Perhaps this an easy out pour, from speaking with the woman of her homeland, to what Miles had told her of his families fate. That she had to leave York behind where she had promised him to see his Carolina.

Just one more thing, it is always one more thing.

She can't stomach that helplessness, she never could. "We will... sort something out." She murmurs, light into her hair like it is the only thing. "You do not have to face such a fate if you do not wish."