[Putting the task at hand on hold, Henry closes the distance between them and places a hand upon Maketh's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. If she has ever mentioned Newt to him then he cannot recall it, and he scarcely met Newt himself, but that is beside the point. She would not speak of it if it did not matter to her. And if it matters to her, then it matters to him.
He frowns in concern.]
Ah, Maketh. I am sorry for your loss. Need you aught?
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He frowns in concern.]
Ah, Maketh. I am sorry for your loss. Need you aught?