Cerul continues to rage for several minutes against him, alternating between anger and sorrow, letting out the emotions that had been pent up for decades. It's a good while, before she finally calms, and, even then, she's still shuddering with the occasional sob. "But... you're a god, you can do anything, can't you? Can't you bring her back? Can't you fix her?" She thinks for a moment, about his second question, then shakes her head despairingly. "No, no... no, Maura has it... the old comb she used, one of the few things they didn't... they didn't steal..."