Jamie pushed himself up off the floor, still without opening his eyes. He trusted his father to lead him away, and he didn't open his eyes again til he heard Lena's voice. Roxanna looked terrible, paler than usual, haggard and worn down. She was clutching Julia's hand like she'd float away if she let go, her head resting on Lena's shoulder.
"I could do that," she said. "They kept telling me it was to help me sleep. What they meant was, to shut me up. I kept fighting them, I kept trying to get away. So they just gave me more. And I slept more, and I had more nightmares."
She finally noticed her father standing with Jamie and Thomas, and she lifted her chin to address him. "You're a psychopomp, right?" she asked in soft, halting Greek. "That's one of your duties. Can you do something for that shade?" She pointed to the silent ghost that had been her only companion for the past week and a half. "It never left, I think it was some sort of...early warning system, like they have for tidal waves. And now its watch has ended. Don't you think?"