Does she... have anyone important? Does she have someone like that with her here? She blinks and lifts her trusting gaze from the abalone to look up at Inigo again, tracing with her eyes the shape of his face and the color of his hair the way she did the shell a moment ago. Gently, she rests her hands over her stomach, where a brightness used to sit inside of her, now grown dim.

"I did... but I can't hear her anymore. She won't answer." Careful as he is, just the thought of that absence seems like it might bring the girl to tears again.