It will always hurt. It will never not be there in his mind, when he first wakes up, remembering all over again what he'd lost every day ahead of here.

Lup can't begin to imagine that pain.

She kneels to the ground with Ephemera while he speaks softly about the sister he'd lost, the hand on his shoulder slipping away before the elf is there filling up his vision, wrapping her skinny limbs around him, dragging his head to her shoulder. She's not a woman of comforting words--when her and Taako have been hurt most by the world around them as children, they'd always resorted to their sharp wit to get them through--but she is a woman of action. Ephemera can speak as much as he'd like and Lup will hold him and listen. This much she can do.

"S'beautiful name," Lup mumbles softly in return. "Bet she could kick your ass easy."