Shula could feel the wave of emotions hit her like a brick and for a minute she had to resist the urge to cry herself. She folded up her hands, trying to block off the bond but it didn't seem to want to let up. This man really was an open book to her, and sure, most of that was in part was having to do with the bond, but she didn't think he really knew how to block his own emotions.<br/><br/>she didn't really know what to say at first, weather or not she even had the right to comment. "She sounds beautiful." She said, taking to care to not refer to Larentia in past tense. She could feel his grief almost like a physical wound but it was familiar to her. For a moment she found comfort in the shared feeling and she let the silence pass between them uninterrupted. It was heavy, but not uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The solemnness was broken by the waitress bringing there food and Shula cleared her throat, staring at the huge plate set in front of her. She seemed to perk up immediately at the prospect of food. The dish was meat with a sort of reddish sauce poured on top of a bed of rice with steamed vegetables and a side of bread that looked similar to pita. The woman almost immediately dug into the massive amount of food she was given with vigor, finding the spice to be reasonable.