"I'm..." She nearly said 'fine' before she stopped herself. She wasn't fine. Far from it. And she knew the werewolf across the table would see right through it. Getting up she moved to the coffee pot pouring herself another cup.
"I'm coping." She said finally though she didn't turn to face him. "I feel heartbroken. And guilty. I know it's silly. But we should have made sure he was safe. That's our job. He was so young..."