Her friends words seemed to hang heavy on her heart, she did not need to ask what she meant; she knew. She too knew pain that came when the one you loved was gone. There was mourning for the dead but this was different and yet the same; a different type of mourning brought about when love was denied instead of embraced.

	She could only give Radiance a knowing glance as she stepped over to her and took a seat next to her. She wanted to hug the woman but knew she couldn't. Her arms would go right through her; she had learned that the hard way long ago and had ended up with her nearly punching herself in the face with her own fist.

	"I do not know," she said quietly at the question. What was she supposed to call herself now? That part of her had died with the loss. To call herself that now felt like she was channeling the dead. Then came the fall, that name as well was not fitting for how she felt.

	"I just don't know anymore," she grumbled as she looked at Radiance and shrugged.