"How are you?" Farah put her hand on your shoulder.

A couple of hours ago, you returned to the base after a mission to free hostages from terrorist captivity. The explosion in the building in which the prisoners were held took the team by surprise. One child you pulled out of the rubble died in your arms.

Farah sighed, sitting down next to you and took your hands in hers. She knew that words could not ease the bitterness of regrets, and therefore she just stayed with you.