Tobirama had never been one for touch outside of those he was most close to so when she placed a hand on his shoulder his own quickly found it, held it there for a moment with a long exhale of breath. A quite acceptance and welcoming of her presence to join him. She was family regardless of how irritated he might have recently been with her.

He knows that she, too, had lost many. Truly he thinks she's lost even more. Her entire clan; ancestors and relatives. Friends, her husband, and many others he may not even be aware of. At some point, himself. Her children. The list seemed to be unending. His grasp on her hand drops as she works on lighting a few candles. He is silent, head bowed in thought.

"Perhaps more apt than either you or I would wish to admit," he speaks. Silent another moment before asking, "should I leave you to your prayers?"