Murmur barely has second hand tellings, he's really just trying to remember what little he can call back to from time spent among humankind. It's all guesswork, but they seem to be muddling their way through decently enough.

He keeps his wings where they are, simply nodding his understanding. Crying does suck. It's not something angels do much of, not the way humans do, but he still understands. Emotions are hard. He tore his out for centuries for that very reason.

Sometimes he misses that, it was easier to keep distance.

At her question he nods. "I saw, it's no wonder you awoke so distressed."