[Joshua hums thoughtfully. Any other time, and the question would make for a fine riddle, but given the circumstances, he doesn't voice that aloud. Instead, he gives her a few moments' pause. Something to show that he's giving her laments their due consideration.]

[And the dead her due respect.]

[He'd read somewhere that lost souls could wind up in Songerein; that the dreams of the dying were just as powerful as the dreams of the living. This is his first time speaking with someone with that experience, however, and he'll tread lightly.]

I don't see why not.

If death is the beginning of a journey, then surely pain is wont to cross paths with its newest traveler.

[Joshua offers Martel a hand to take. He avoids being intrusive, holding it just within the periphery of her gaze (or his best approximation of it).]

However, the Lady before me is no specter, and this sojourn will not claim her as such.

Provided my help is welcome, of course.