[Her expression shifts away from that unreadable apprehension. Sympathy and bleeding hearts are much plainer to read, and it suits her face better than the last mood.]
Shu, I'm so sorry.
[And here she'll cross the space between them, setting her hands on his shoulders. It's a genuine thing, misgivings set aside for the moment.]
How long has it been? Was she killed by one of these hit men?
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Shu, I'm so sorry.
[And here she'll cross the space between them, setting her hands on his shoulders. It's a genuine thing, misgivings set aside for the moment.]
How long has it been? Was she killed by one of these hit men?