[Joshua keeps steady as he slowly helps Martel up. Despite her full rise to her feet, he keeps her hand in a gentle grip, loose enough should she wish to move away, but present enough to continue providing support as she sees fit.]

[He offers her a somber smile.]

Pray do not chastise yourself so.

You weren't allowed the opportunity for care. It's hardly your fault.

[He nods, determined.]

There is hope. We can find it. Do you believe that?