[ With no uncertain timeline, too. She frowns a little deeper and then tries to think of what, if anything, she should say to the (human) girl. She sort of stumbled into a territory she nor anyone else here really has any right to. The fact the girl is explaining herself at all isn't... well, isn't necessary. It's strange, isn't it?

But then, sometimes you just want to be heard.

She frowns, a nail coming up to brush on her lips. She had admitted some of her own loss, should she be more explicit - no. Even to suggest sympathy, a contest of tragedy (even one she would win) doesn't suit the moment. The older vampire hesitates for a moment before she breathes a little harder out of her nose. ]

Then that's a cruel thing to have stuffed in with the rest of that junk. No answer to what it could be - forgery, those dimensions, some spirit photo... none of those are comforting.