[.... So it is true, then. She brings a hand to her chin, but this time, her body language reads more apologetic than anything. A handful of keybearers, even less than Ava's dandelions... What happened to them?

For their number to be reduced to simply five... It's unnerving.]

My apologies. I had no idea. I'm sorry for speaking ill of your Master like that. [Is what she settles on first, but then she continues, softer.] I'm also sorry we were unable to avert that tragedy, too. To think you would be left in such dire straits...