What I feel for you is difficult to explain, not because the words won't come, because I have a feeling you won't believe them. You are a beautiful, lovely, angel of a girl. You radiate kindness, and sorrow for what you've been through. You are an important piece of the puzzle, even if sometimes it's failed to be recognized, or even if others forget. You're light shines bright, and you guide others with a gentle hand. I care deeply for you, and I am so grateful for all you have done for us.
The greyface is right to assume she wouldn't believe them. The words were kind...gentle...Namine didn't even have to hear the voice to imagine them spoken with such care and tenderness. She stares at the letter, unable to say anything for a while. Eventually her voice is found, and even if one part of her mind will try to force her to deny the beautiful and kind writing vehemently, her heart seems to thump a little quicker to alert her she should take these to it...not her near broken sanity.
"My...light..." She held the letter tight to her chest, closing her eyes and seeing the handwriting clearly displayed before her. "Th-thank you....kind stranger. I wish...I could know who is so kind, who thinks this of me behind a mask." Apparently she had helped them, so she had a few ideas but decided not to think on it too heavily. No...then she would doubt.