[Ana watches him with a great deal of fidgeting, fingers wringing together in anxious energy as she watches these runes and lines of text. It means nothing to her, especially in comparison to what he says.

It makes no sense, to be so worried over the fate of someone who is long dead either way. But she wants to hope. Hope there was a glimpse of something good in the disaster that befell this mountain.

And the man did live. He escaped and lived and didn't have to suffer this horrible fate. A breath leaves her that she didn't even realise she was holding in, closing her eyes for a moment.]

So he lived... He lived and so does his family. [It's silly, and when she opens her eyes again she flashes him a smile both bright and sheepish.]

I don't know why I was so worked up over this, but it's a relief to hear that. Thank you, Forneus.