Kitty was fine, she could have started to handle it, but Bobby broke her. The moment his arms wrapped around her, she was clinging to him and burying her face against him as she breathed in the familiar and secure scent that was her best friend.
Hearing the throat clearing, she pulled away from Bobby enough to look at Scott, her cheeks suddenly feeling cold. A touch to her cheek revealed that tears started to fall. Wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her robe, she nodded her head. "I've been better, but I'm fine. And I'm sorry."
The words were futile, but she needed to say them. If only they could raise the dead.