As Cole approaches the woman, she's staring out in the ocean, a frown on her face, lost in thought. It's obvious she's thinking heavily about something, and not something pleasant. He sits down next to her, though she still doesn't look at him. It's only when Cole starts speaking that she turns to look, a bit surprised and definitely wary that he's there.

"It was sickly and small, separated from the litter with no hope of returning. You tried, but there was nothing you could do."

The woman blinks at him for a moment, before hesitantly asking, "Um, what are you talking about?"

"It's better to die in comfort than the cold. You made Whiskers comfortable. He loved you for that. " Standing up, Cole extends his hand in the direction of the woman before saying, "Forget." There's a brief flash of light before the woman blinks slightly. She's gone back to looking through Cole instead of at him, not seeing the spirit. She pauses for a moment before stretching, getting up to go to the water. It's obvious just from her body language that something's changed. She's more relaxed now, less worried.

He turns towards Lambert to explain. "I can take the memory or the pain. For her, it was both. She dwelt too much for a few days."