She shrugged. "Everything." She wished she could have more of his calm. She envied him for that. She looked at him from under her hands. "And I'm not saying that to be difficult or anything. I worry about you, me, us, Thomas, Jamie." She ran her hands through her hair. "And Jamie doesn't know and he's going to have to find out. In the worst possible way."

She sighed, "and I very much understand why people drink right now because getting blindingly drunk sounds awesome right now. But it won't change anything. And I just keep wondering how immortals deal with all this? I'm constantly afraid and worried. How do they turn all that off?"