Raine glances up to see Adrien, and her face does something complicated that looks like something of a precursor to tears before she gets a hold of herself and smooths it out. Sympathy is a difficult thing to bear right now, but Adrien means well.

And in any case, it's good that he's here. "Come in, Adrien," Raine says, pushing her chair back and standing. "It's all right. I have something to give you."

They hadn't known each other as long as some, but Solomon had been fond of Adrien. Even if she herself hadn't known Adrien, she'd have taken to him for that alone: not as many people as she would like managed to call Solomon friend.