Go, do whatever she tells you.

She was standing out in the cold, bright eyes, but with a shadow behind them. She was raving about food. I went up to her and said: "I would take your place for the world just to stand there instead of you. I would give you my parents, my siblings, and my situation in life to be on the streets with eyes so bright they could burn the onlooker." She stared at me. "Why are you so interested? I have no one and nothing but my Lord and Savior." I sobbed and said: "That is what I want." She took my hand. "Do not cry but be comforted and go back to your house and do good." Was it pity or empathy?