[The softness was recently learned, recently embraced after her own share of hardships. From the sound of things, he was facing something quite dark. The world he came from apparently was a lot closer to her own than they discussed. There was likely a blade or arrow waiting for her somewhere, eventually sealing her fate. She didn't doubt it was the same for him.]

That sounds like the spell I have heard of, though no demon wields it. It's dark magic. But this is nothing like that. If I saw your son, the one who died, he would look the same as you now?

[She was hardly in a position to judge. She reached for his hand, turning it over to look at the callouses that were so close to her own.]

I think that it's better to live the life you have rather than wait for something that may or may not happen. If you spend your life waiting, it never gets enjoyed.

[She thinks for a moment before adding:]

Happiness and love have a tendency to not obey rules or limitations. At least in my experience, it often comes in unwise places.