She returns the look with a brief smile, trying to offer what support she can. There aren't really any words of comfort that come to mind for this. People die. It's unfortunate, but the page is dead by his own hand, even if it was the Keeper's poisons that helped him getting there.

"Sounds like a good idea," she acknowledges. "Thinkin' we should shift the lot sooner'n later. You want some help with it now?"