Ah; the loss on the far side of a world-defining change. That feels familiar too.

(The deep wrenching grief, the urge to talk about it to someone, are still with her; the calm she's placed on herself is only a stopgap. But it's holding so far, it's holding.)

She lets a moment go by before saying anything else. "You said ... you're a preacher at the Temple, is that right?"