[ That sparks a flicker of something in Psyche's eyes; interest, perhaps, though not her customary bubbly curiosity. More a moment of assessment, her expression held rather still before she lets out a quiet sigh and frowns. ]

There was an explosion during an important event... a wall collapsed, and dozens of people were hurt and killed. She wasn't among the injured. But I couldn't do anything to help those who were. I know it isn't my fault, but...

[ She shakes her head, turning her face away a little and tugging a tiny bit at her hand still held in Waltaquin's as if to withdraw. ]