Tegan hadn't let go of Nick once Georgy came in, and only clung tighter to his shirt at the outline of the situation. With exhaustion and confusion still clouding her mind, it took several minutes after the door had shut again for everything to sink in. She looked around at the others in the room, realizing she was the youngest, which meant...
"I have to go with him?" Her voice was soft, slightly broken, and she was shaking again. "I don't think I can."
I can! Mother and Father have dinners all the time. Tegan didn't respond, simply leaning a bit more against Nick, resting her head against his chest.