“I loved him through you. Our link was how he became real to me. So, in a sense, I do not mourn Nighteyes as you do. I grieve for your grief.” “You have always been better with words than I am.” “Yes,” he agreed. Then he sighed and crossed his arms on his chest. “Well. I am glad that someone could help you. Even as I envy Kettricken.” That made no sense. “You envy her, that she mourns?” “I envy her, that she could comfort you.”
