Ah...

Lan Zhan is unsure if he should have pushed. It is often difficult for him to tell these sorts of conversation and social appropriateness. He hopes that if needed to, Hector would tell him no.

"That is very tragic," he murmurs, staring down at the snow as he folds his hands in his lap. His own suffering is nothing in the face of losing a partner and child.

"Unfair to you."