Her usual timing with witty responses was completely gone, and she merely laughed softly at his comment. It, of course, didn't reach her eyes, and Rowan looked back down pursing her lips before looking at him. He looked about as bad as she likely did. Had this not been such a macabre situation, she would have made fun of him, but was in no position to do so.

"No." It was the truth, an answer that she gave up without hesitation because she wasn't alright. She knew he likely wasn't either. The idea that he might never talk to her after this left her feeling even more queasy for an entirely different reason. "But that's neither here nor there, I suppose."

She picked the pipe back up, wiping it clean before making the cloth disappear. "Raphael, I'm sorry." And she meant it, she truly did. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. Into this mess." She had no idea what she would do now, where she had to search next for more answers. It was better that she did so alone at any rate.

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