She watched him as he spoke, her gaze dimming to something softer; more sympathetic. The way he hesitated to say 'lucky' like he did not think himself as much making her frown and take a larger swig of her wine than she should have.

"We do not have to speak on it further if you do not wish to, Cullen." She offered solemnly. "I am sure it is a... difficult time to parse through. The memories unpleasant." She had only seen the beginning, and that was unpleasant enough.