Words had power. That was something that people in Trench took for granted. Maybe because they could all speak the same language. There was never any real effort, no translation, to consideration. But words had power nevertheless. And even though Ezra didn't know the story--and certainly didn't know Dean--his words had an impact.

Because that was all she wanted really. A little bit of sympathy. Compassion.

Obi-Wan and Anakin weren't really about...sympathy.

She smiled at him, over the lip of her cup. A genuine, warm smile, that made her gray eyes shine like silver coins in a fountain. "Thank you."