So calm, this man who knows he's dead, this man who knows Trench is all the life that is left him for good or ill, whatever challenges may come. He's likely been here for some time, to have come to terms with that, and the experience of helping others freshly arrived has likely meant calling upon his own pain, loss, and circumstances to connect. As he is now.

"You're welcome," Mayerling intones seriously. Though gratitude easily enough flows both ways. Etiquette remains, at least in this small enclave of existence.

"I am sorry for your loss, whence you came," Mayerling says, "Not many face their own deaths with equanimity. With such discrepancies in time from which people come, surely some learn of their deaths before they happen, whether they knew it came or not." Mayerling knows not the exact time of his death, but vampires are a dying race. His time will come as a part of that as surely as anything else. It's only a matter of how long it will take, as he's never been one to give up and die needlessly.