Mira considered Dalia's question, wondering how she could help her younger sibling when she still struggled with the issue herself.  Seeing that none of the others in the camp seemed in any hurry to come and eat, she left the stew to simmer on its own, and moved to a quiet corner of the hearth where the two of them could talk and have relative privacy.<br/><br/>"I can understand how she feels, though most of the time I feel the same way you do," she admitted.  "I suppose it's different for a mate though, since Mom knows what kind of a person he really was, even better than we did.  She knows how he was when no one else was around, his good moments and the ones where he could have acted better."  She frowned slightly, not sure she was helping any.  "I don't know what we can do for her, other than to be around if she feels like talking, and help her with the younger kids so she doesn't have so much work.   Mom's strong though, and I'm sure she'll be all right.  If you're really worried though, try talking to her about how you're feeling, and see if it helps.  I can be there with you if it would be easier, but I'll leave that up to you."  She offered a quick reassuring smile, catching sight of her watching, and hoped she'd helped to make her sister feel better, rather than worse.