[She nods, examining the bowl to see if it can potentially be glued back together. It can't, Rydia probably won't mind if she throws what's left of it out. She doesn't face Ceodore as she speaks.]

It's...likely, yes. If what I've heard is to be believed.

[And then she turns back, her expression unreadable.]

It's clear you care about her a lot, Ceodore. But there's nothing you can do. I know it's not easy to be powerless to help someone you care about but-

-you introduced her to us as a mercenary, didn't you? I expect she's tough.