Jamie wasn't a huge fan of the dark. When it had been dark when he was a kid, it meant something bad had happened. He'd mostly grown out of it, but the fact that it was so sudden and prolonged, it had started to make him anxious.
Roxanna was doing OK, more or less. The shades seemed to come and go as they pleased, but they didn't frighten her. She hadn't told Jamie they were there, though. She didn't want his anxiety to spike any higher.
Both of them trooped downstairs when Lena called for them, trailed by a shade Roxanna hadn't been able to shake all week, no matter how she'd tried. She'd given up trying by now. "What's wrong, Lena?" Jamie asked.