[Despite the situation, the sound that comes from him is definitely a laugh. Perhaps of disbelief -- perhaps of flattery, even. Perhaps only to lift the mood.]

I assume that's a compliment.

[They both turn to that immediately; a moment of humour, something to alleviate the weight of a life loss. They didn't mingle much, but he does not need to know her well to have seen the affect of her upon them, or her loss.

He wishes he could say time heals these things, because it never does. Not fully. There are scars. And to have lost someone, and gained them again, only for more loss -- what will time ever do to that?]

You know, if you're happy with it, there's plenty more you can take back for your home. Enough to share, even, if you think you can manage.