Obi Wan's hand came to rest on her shoulder, and Alia could not help but simply look at it at first. He was so concise with his word, even when they cut deep. Alia admired that in any man. Logical... like Duncan.

It very difficult to accept such words, it even more difficult when a million past lives also have to accept it at the same time. She could feel their presents pushing up into her conscious mind, elbowing out her own thoughts so they could house their own. She did the only thing she could do.
Alia turned lay her head on his shoulder, her hands covering her face. At first she was pretending to cry as the voices in her mind filled her ears entirely.
But as the voices fell away, she found the tears on her face where true.
And she a fremen, it was only right to shed water for the dead...

"I had only lost my brother but a few days ago..." Her fear was genuine now, but she held it in, screaming inwardly 'fear is the MindKiller, fear is the little death... Alia knew then she did not only want him, but needed him now.
For now, Duncan would never return to her.