For all the minutes he'd known Mrs Fraser, Djura should've perhaps learned not to be so taken unawares by her. Her unexpected behaviour and background seemed to be the very cornerstone of her existence, the heart and core of her character. Truth be told, he'd never met anyone quite like her, and he felt a dull, distant sense of mild loss in knowing that they'd never meet at any society or military functions. Their circles were just too different.

Anyway, he still managed to be surprised by her, his stoic expression somewhat disrupted as she took the liberty of holding his hand in sympathy. "Thank you, Mrs Fraser. It was... quite some time ago", he added, hesitating because he did not want to be seen as brushing off his loss. His troubles ran deeper than grief.

The hawk, Peace, shifted restlessly, and Djura reached out to nudge Mrs Fraser's glove lightly upwards, which was enough encouragement for the bird to take off. Peace didn't opt for some dramatic soar though, instead perching immediately in the closest tree, eyeing the ground for small critters.

Although momentarily distracted by this, Djura blinked back down at his amiable companion. "Yes, I'm blessed with a boy and a girl", he replied unenthusiastically. "Do you have many yourself?" He was so distant from his children that when speaking of such creatures he often spoke in terms of quantity over personality.