Libera shook her head. "I don't know. I don't even know what she has. I mean, I tried to do the maths and... she's only fifty-four... is that right? Fifty-four?" She choked a little on the question and when he dropped the bottle from his lips she took it back so that she could try and clear that lump that had formed, the throat-lump of desperately wanting to cry. "I can't remember what year they were born, but they can't even be that old!"