[Xanth stares at this entry for a long while. She doesn't know him; would she appreciate sympathy from a near stranger? But he can't just let this go by. Vie died.]

I--I, um. I... I-I don't think I-I'll be-- a-able to... find a-anything, o-of yours, b-but... I'll k-keep an eye o-open, um, a-- anyway.

[He hesitates, and then he asks,]

D-Do you.... need a-- anything?