[Aether's concern is sweet. It makes Kazuha's lashes lower, his expression more soft, though he threads his fingers together as if his hand is unhindered by the injury. Politely, instead of putting his hand on the traveler's hip, he curls it under his arm to rest on his shoulder.]

I had the pleasure of meeting her.

[Just a mild comment, no details of when and how. Aether needn't learn that now, when he's in mourning. Kazuha isn't a very talented dancer, but he leads the other man into some slow steps, tipping his head up slightly to look at him.]

It's fine to feel grief at loss. Remember though, as the sun sets, it rises on the next day. Departure is only temporary.