[She can't really hide her surprise at the sympathy like she would want to, but she doesn't flinch or lean away from that touch. Really, Diva just looks confused more than anything.]

You're sorry?

["Why?" But she doesn't ask why, because she already anticipates the answer, even if she can't believe or accept it. The confusion fades, and she just smiles again, shaking her head.]

You don't need to be sorry. It's not a big deal. I was immortal before I came here, so I died more times than I can even count. I wasn't bothered at all. If anything, it was inconvenient because it ruined my dress.