The look on Moana's face was enough for Lucrezia to forget her work. Despite the black soot on her fingers, she reached out to clasp Moana's shoulder. Gently, she pulled her into a hug, trying to offer what little comfort she could. Moana had spoken of the heart before, enough that Lucrezia knew how much it meant to her. While she didn't completely understand its magic, she felt for her friend.

To be given something from home well loved and precious, only to have it taken away, it had to be difficult to bear. She didn't have to suffer it alone, at least. "The heart...why would it suddenly die?" Was something drain it or taking the magic from the stone?

Her fingers glided lightly over it, tracing the spiral, willing it back to life. "I'm so sorry. What will happen?" Would it harm Moana at all? How closely was she tied to it. "How did you come by it in this place? We came with nothing from our worlds."