"It wasn't your fault darling. Francis... Never shied away from a fight. He wouldn't have missed that one for the world."
It's that thought, combined with the comforting words of the others that brings Valentina slowly, back to herself.
Eventually she wipes her eyes and gives them a small, shaky smile.
"Perhaps we could talk on something else?"
She tilts her head, trying to think of anything at all that wasn't Francis.
"Elder Beaufort, why did you wish to know about Elder Stone?" At this point Valentina doesn't overly care, but it's a topic of conversation.