"Didn't come here to ask for anything. I came to ask what you need."

Like Anzu had done for her. Let her talk, and let her not talk. Let her move and not move. Allowed to feel grief as a whole, instead of just some distant, wretched sickness. A wound with no weapon to make it, a broken bone that never felt right to try to walk on even as she had tried. As he's trying.

Thou hast the luxury now to do right by the departed, and to do right by thyself.