He's handling it well, too, she realizes, glancing at her brother when she grabs another pillowcase. She folds it, then drapes it atop the other one.

"Where... are you from?" she asks. She's bolder than she used to be, bolder than Marcus remembers. She's not sure if she has Richie, or Greta, or Saoirse to thank for that. But it has to be Darrow, at least.