[ Syl nods, just once, as if she understands, and looks very sombre. She's still hovering just infront of his nose, but the breeze that she always has seems to curl about her once more, making her skirts shift and hair flow. She nods a few times, as if thinking things over. Before looking back to him solemnly. ]

She seems very sad, to be stuck in there. But I think, once, she was very strong. Very just.

She would have wanted you to be, too.