Her eyes widen slightly when he elaborates on his profession; it was a rather odd and seemingly vague description, and she's never heard of a job such as his before. "That is rather...interesting. I suppose you are like an investigator, then?"

She can't help but feel grateful that he didn't inquire further. "It is. It is truly such a shame how many lives can be lost to something as simple as a well." As she says that, her thoughts flicker back to her lost friend. Perhaps if he hadn't gone to tell her that he was leaving, he would still be alive. She couldn't even begin to imagine what his final moments were like when he was thrown into that well. "I understand. I do not necessarily like being around wells myself. It resurfaces bad memories." Still, she felt obligated to do this for März.

Remembered...? Now, this was getting more and more peculiar. That was the very question März had asked her when he had first taken her into the forest - now how would he had known that? She swallows, shaking her head. "It...It, erm, is nothing you need to apologize for, Herr von Friedhof. I do appreciate your concern, but I am fine. This is not the first time that I have come here."