Lucy had never even met Robin, but her concern for him was instinctive, marked by an audible intake of breath and her lips pressing together more tightly. Not all of it was comparable — from what she'd gathered, Max's problems had begun with his return from the war, something she had shown up here before she could see for herself — but it felt too familiar all the same, giving her all the more reason to be grateful that she and Ishiah had met when and how they did. Maybe she couldn't help, not really, but she could at least sympathize, and that had to count for something. God knew she would've wanted someone to do the same for her, when Max was at his worst.

"I don't blame you," she said quietly, as close to fond as she ever got. "I think I'd miss it, too." But that was neither here nor there, when she would never actually experience it, and wouldn't have so much as thought of it if not for him. "And I wish there was some way to make the rest of it easier, I really do. But at least from what I've seen... There's no way to ever really be sure." Thoughtful, she lowered her gaze briefly, watching the surface of the juice in her glass as if there would be some wisdom to gain there. "I'm glad you've found something that helps. Hopefully it'll do as much for me, too."