Whatever Delita said, of course Refia was worried. Or not worried, precisely, but she did remember what he'd told her of his sister - how she'd died suddenly, and very recently if his feelings were anything to judge by. Refia's expression slowly fell as the thought of how much he was hurting from that even still crept on her - then she reached for him and slowly took his hand, weaving her fingers in with his.

"She will, if you want her to. You just... have to believe it."

Her gaze didn't turn away from him after she spoke.