[As usual, his sensible view of the situation gives her a perspective, if not comfort. It'd be all too easy to let herself be swallowed up by the pain and self-blame - but whom would that serve? She can't worry and burden the group of still-"corporeal" souls here by becoming catatonic with grief. She rights her posture, regaining a degree of determination.]

It's such sparse solace, but the Ferryman did say that these wraiths were still on a path of their own. Perhaps, not all is lost for them, even if their fate is out of our hands.

[It's a pathetic morsel of hope to cling to, but... well, it's all they have.]