Juliana didn't know what to say to that, because she agreed. That either of the Lyttons — who had always been so vibrant, so colorful, at times even ridiculous — could go off and die in the middle of their lives was so far-fetched on its own that Juliana hadn't even believed it when she'd first heard. The fact that he'd died of an illness — the sort of thing that happened to Muggles — was even less believable. It was stupid because he'd been alive three days ago; he had survived the shipwreck. It might have made some degree of sense if he had been taken down by a calamity, something that had rocked the entire wizarding world. For him to make it through and then pass away in his bed after he was home and supposed to be safe was preposterous.

"I know," she agreed, feeling tears well behind her own eyes at the sight of Camilla struggling through her own grief. Juliana hadn't wanted to cry, but she didn't know how much longer she could manage if Camilla was carrying on like this — it was as though her tears were contagious. "It isn't fair. It isn't fair at all."