[He winces at the sudden light as they step outside, but his pace remains steady. He thought he had seen something promising on the ride here...

In the mean time, it's a couple of strides along before he begins to answer. He hadn't eaten yet either, today.]

An offering. ... We have no religion, but we hold some traditions. Some burn it to grieve, others to banish the ghosts- burdens of another life, others merely to mark that they can move on.

I don't know if it would have much meaning for you, but.. I would like to show you. As an armswoman of House Vorkosigan.