Lorn put the spoon down as she spoke, wishing he could comfort her in some way, but knew the loss of a dear loved one was always inside you.  He reached out his hand again though and stroke her wrist lightly, just so she knew she was not alone.  Then he pulled his own napkin, it was still clean, and handed it to her to wipe her eyes.

"You said something about it being in Latin?  Were you able to ask someone what it meant...the words he said, I mean?  His last words, were they also in Latin?"  He wondered if it was from the man's education that caused him to speak in Latin, or remember something he had to memorize.