"Yes," I said. "She's having a wee cry."
"Nee. Nee. Mummy room." And she bustled off on her own this time. Nee means nose, and she returned from my room with a tissue. And started wiping the tears of the young grieving woman.
I watched, speechless for a while.
"Um, can Mummy use the tissue too please?"
And she handed it to me.