"Oh, Miss Kendra..." She started, frowning as she noticed the familiar woman opening the door, the somber outfit doing little to hide her tear-stained features, to say nothing of her hair, drawn into a dull bun for the event to come.  To be honest, it made her, in her traveling outfit, feel rather out-of-place. Still, she showed her respect by bowing deeply to the woman.<br/><br/>"I'm really...really sorry, Miss Kendra. He was a great man and loving and smart, and... and..." She stops herself, feeling the full weight of what's happened on her shoulders, but failing to find the right words. "I'm sorry."<br/><br/>She accepts the invitation inside, politely finding her way past the mourning daughter and into the home itself, the area familiar, if not a bit different due to the atmosphere, the late professor's death finally starting to hit home.