Maya's stillness was what caught hold of Kitty as much as her words. She had a way of being right there in the moment, a mindfulness that reminded her of no one so much as the cantor who'd sat with her during shiva for her father. It was hard now as it had been then to let the wisdom of it seep into her, when hurt and rage were the more powerful emotions.

She was still finding her way to accepting it when Maya's expression offered up a smile. That, she had no trouble letting in or answering with an echoing smile. "I hope you gave his inspiration right back to him."