"Okay." She doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she's not going to push her offer of help. She can always look for his wife if he loses himself again.

His words are met with a soft blush and the very beginnings of a soppy smile. Her gaze drops to the chevrons on his sash. He's a seer... a real seer. His visions have earned him honor and acclaim. She can set aside her agnosticism and put faith in what he's seen, can't she?

Hope pushes against her chest... and it hurts. Why does it hurt so much to want this?

"It's... very hard for me to imagine," she says finally, looking into her drink. "That... after everything, we could be together again."