Who would? But... sometimes emotions are as much a strength as a weakness. Love is no different, and grief is sometimes love that has nowhere else to go.

[Venti sees that gesture and casually takes out his lyre. He plucks some notes quietly, strumming out a gentle melody that hopefully won't disturb anyone else walking by.]

That's a good thing to disclose, too. It'll get you both on the same page, and it'll help him understand you, too. [The bard smiles a little.] He's worth the pain no matter what, right?

[He asks that like it's a feeling he knows very well.]