[She smiles, neither amused nor faked but genuine. She couldn't tolerate the emptiness either.]

I've no intention of being laid waste to so readily, but it would be a great adventure, I think, for you to be there should I die. For you, I think it will be a simple feat.

[And, Waltaquin knows, though though for her it is an indescribable emotion, having felt but never lived the pain of being anguished by another's death - it would be agony. But perhaps a necessary one.]