Jamie nudged her gently with his shoulder. "It's gonna be OK, Lena," he said quietly. "It has to be. Because the alternative doesn't bear thinking about."
"So when you say Famine...?" Roxanna asked quietly.
"See also: Horseman of the Apocalypse," Jamie answered. "My aunt Maddy is hr pastry chef. She locked that guy in the wine cellar of her restaurant and kept him constantly hungry. Apparently she put the fear of God into him."
Roxanna's eyes widened. "Remind me not to piss her off."