Ryja... pauses. The mask covers her face, -though she built this one so lifting it to eat wouldn't require her to reveal her face so much,- and hides her expression. "... We were all victims of Aster, that night. No one could be prepared for that, and I certainly was not. Do you want to discuss it? Would that be helpful to you?" The question is genuine, and from a place a little bit separate from simply concern. Ryja wonders if talking about it would help her, as well.