"A year already? Doesn't feel like it," she smiled tightly as she thought of Julia, as a doctor she had lost many patients, but it was the unexpected ones that tended to stay with her long after the fact. "I'm overworked, paired up in the lottery, and now in the ranks of the possibly expecting. Not too bad. How about you?"
She shuffled one of the bags in her arms to rest at her hip, wise enough not to set them on the ground lest she wanted her produce to get trampled or stolen. The man looked far better than the last she saw him, pale and weighed down by the news she had to deliver. It was a bit comforting to see that he did seem to recover.