It took a great deal of will to keep her face neutral, to watch him form the questions, but she did. "No." She shook her head, almost surprised at the worry that seemed to be in his words at his question about her. She'd seen Evander worry over her before, but it had been so long. And, her stomach tightened at the thought, the last time he had it had been more of a fight. "I was at the townhouse." The one Evander had visited so many times when they were courting, the one the Delaneys had let for originally only a year and now had bought. It was the base of Darrow operations here in England, and Evander would, alright should know where she meant. "With Shawn and Tony." She added, just to ensure there was no more worry about it.

She was silent then, watching his features, looking at him as he considered this information. She could only hope his mind was knitting the words together into memories. Without realizing it she found she was holding her breathe and had to remind herself to breathe, careful not to let a sigh escape her lips.

And then her husband did a foolish thing and touched his wounds. Caroline was moving forward as soon as she watched that hand drifting toward the bandages, but she was too late and his cry brought the past twenty four hours crashing down on her again. She had to be strong, she reminded herself, strong. "No, darling. Not dead." She assured him, grabbing his hand away so it wouldn't do anything else so foolish, and holding it in her own small palm. "Which is good as Lillian and I would -" Her voice choked up, the words caught in the reminder that she did love Evander. No matter how uptight and foolish he might be, no matter how he seemed the opposite of her. And she had never told him that. She had never said she loved him because she had been waiting for this stubborn, stern, handsome man to say it first.

Her resolve cracked open, her collected features melting into the pain she felt. That cry, it had hurt her to her soul. Those long hours looking for him, sitting by him, praying to a God she so often didn't even remember to turn to. She wanted to throw her arms around him and sob into his shoulder, something he would hate terribly, and something which she couldn't do given that she did not actually wish to cause him more pain. Damn the British and their lack of emotions, Caroline was a creature of emotion. She'd been wrapped to tight in the layers of who Evander wanted her to be she had forgotten to be the wife he had fallen in love with. "Oh Evander! It's quite a good thing because I couldn't lose you. Not when I love you so dearly."