Her lips pulled down, just slightly. Not quite a grimace or a frown. But a look of deep sympathy. "That sounds awful," she said softly, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, for just the briefest of moments, before she took it back. Some Humans were sensitive about personal space, others weren't. It was best not to assume either way. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

And sorry, of course, that the battle--any battle--had to end in so much death. Both the seven, and the creature.

She didn't much care for the word 'beast.' But only because she'd been called it herself, more often than she liked.