It's not being alone, it's holding down the fort; that's what Remy told her and that's what she's hanging onto, at least for now. It's barely been two days, and she needs to just...breathe, for a while. And she should let herself, she decides. There are all these people in her life here who are ready and willing to pick up the slack and she should let them because she's exhausted and she doesn't know what else she'd do, anyway. Her restless urgency has no direction.

"I'm okay," she says, resting her cheek against her arm.