Ben's chest ached at her response. He recognized the emotion there, as it mirrored his own feeling of being utterly lost. He wished there was something he could do or say to make it better, but that seemed far beyond his skill set.

"I know. It's a lot," he agreed. "But — yeah, it's good. It's better than yesterday." If every day was better than yesterday, even by the tiniest increment, that meant they could still hold on to hope that someday everything would go back to normal. "What else did the healers say? Tell me everything."

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