"What?" She hadn't heard properly, past the roaring in her ears, but she knew what he'd said. The blood drained out of her face, letting freckles stand stark in her skin, to beat frantic wings of hope in her ribcage. If they'd been standing close, she would have grabbed him by his pretty coat entirely without thinking, and damn the consequences. She reached wildly about with her meager Force talent. "Solace? I thought- no, I felt it when she-"

The past caught up with her all at once. Scout's wide shocked eyes flooded and closed, and sagging in place she finished her sentence in a much smaller voice. "-Died. She's... a different Solace. Of course." Of course.

It was hard not to feel crushed. Wounded. Hard not to feel angry at him, though she knew it most likely hadn't been intentional. Harder not to feel angry at herself. Later. She could feel and forgive later.

Now, Scout wiped her slimy nose on her sleeve in a brisk gesture as the blood crept shamed back into her skin. She studied her roughened hands in front of her, for the first time not able to even look at Wynn. "It won't happen again," she said, as much to herself.