Alloran is more familiar with extreme, uncontrolled expressions of distress. Hosts in the Pool have little reason to hide their feelings and often find solace in a few hours of unrestrained expression. He can still catch something of a suggestion, and assumes she's thinking of some instance where limited vision proved tragic. It must be a common problem with humans.

Gingerly he shifts his free hand to clasp hers between them. His fingers are held firm instead of wrapping, almost the formal expression of condolence, though he doesn't remember quite how that goes after so much time.

<I regret reminding you. It is...> Alloran pauses and scuffs a forehoof on the floor, recognizing that he's about to be condescending and trying to rephrase. <It seems difficult to be human, though I imagine one grows accustomed.>