The question never came, though; she'd already answered it enough. Everyone on the island knew someone that died, so she must too. Asking after it, prompting, seemed somehow rude; or maybe she expected it? Gannicus was rarely good in moments like this. He drank his coffee slowly and sets it aside, watching as she looked down, apparently trying to catch herself.

"Are you well?" he asked, watching cautiously. If she was about to faint, he wanted to be sure to catch her.