[ Where perhaps she hadn't been before, Sigyn sits on a nearby bench, pruning a bush of white roses. She looks over to the Wanderer who's come to her temply, and frowns, sincerely unsettled to see one of them so upset. ]

Oh no, I'm sorry to hear about your friend... unfortunately, I don't think there's a satisfactory answer to that.

Short of answers, what can I do to help?