Ava's pain weighs on Esmeray's heart, but she keeps it there. It'd been too long, that she'd been alone. To share the weight of someone else's world was something she didn't realize she'd ever miss.

"I know that you did all that you could," She agrees gently. Catlike, she leans her head, offering a sympathetic affection, even as her eyes wander back to the skeletal remains.

"He was... Osmund. He was a beautiful, joyous man, with a laugh that filled these halls with such life," Esmeray reminisces. "He would have welcomed you with open arms, too. He had a knack for pulling people in need to this place. I'm... sure that you having come here, even after his death, that must surely delight his spirit, should it linger."

A beat, a hesitance, before she speaks again.

"What was the name of yours?"