Tenderness, is the only way to describe Wren's actions in this moment. She's someone Zjeena hardly knows, and yet she is here, offering support in a time when Zjeena needs it most. it's through this brief meeting on the shores of the Bay that Wren will no longer be a friendly acquaintance, but a true friend.
The softness of her touch and the warmth in her words draw the hot tears from Zjeena's eyes. No longer afraid to let Wren see all the pain she feels inside, she lets her grief open up in the flow of tears that soak her cheeks.
"Thank you, Wren." Zjeena chokes out the words through a throat tight with the grip of emotion. "I hope so." She agrees. Zjeena has hit rock bottom. The only way to go from here is up. Hopefully they do meet again, and hopefully when they do, it will be a more pleasant occasion.
"If you ever need me, you know where I'll be." She offers. Liland won't like if his mares stray to Paradise, but let the choice to remain within his good graces be their own.