He joined her near the edge of the roof; clearly, he wasn't the only one who used it as a sanctuary from the world.
"Long day?" He quietly asked, trying not to startle her. She gave him a sad smile and a shrug, as he noted the tear-soaked baby blanket and silver picture frame in her hands.
"No. Long life," she finally responded.
He watched her walk back to the door, empathy flooding through his body.