She knows how long it has been since Theramore had fallen, although fallen wasn't the right word, was it? Been destroyed, she knows how long it has been since Theramore had been destroyed. Almost down to the hour.
Jaina knows that Vereesa marks the time as well; their losses are equally personal, their grief equally painful.
They lean on each other. If loss was a mountain they would be a pair of hiking partners, each making sure the other could find stable footing and firm handholds.
It's easier to cry when someone is holding you, and Jaina knows that Vereesa's arms are very strong. She hopes her arms are strong too.
Notes: Title from the song Sickle and Hood by Brown Bird.