Charlotte's eyes widened a little at Briar expressing her sympathies. She hadn't really expected anything beyond the usual "I'm sorry for your loss," but Briar had taken it a step further. A more sisterly step? Which definitely wasn't unwelcome, but it was still a little... strange. Charlotte still wasn't used to this whole reincarnate thing, and she didn't think she ever would be. It was all too strange.
"Oh, don't be," Charlotte smiled. "I mean, thank you, of course, but you couldn't have known. Or helped, honestly. I'm not the only one who lost Michael, but I think I'm the only one who wouldn't... who couldn't talk about it. One more person wouldn't have made a difference."
Returning Briar's curious look, she raised her mug and took another sip, a longer one this time, but she nearly spit it back out again as Briar finished her question. "Oh, no. No, no, no. He's not my Jeremiah, not by any means — I haven't even met the man face to face, let alone... but that's not your question, is it." She laughed, her embarrassment showing in her cheeks, though she tried to hide it by looking down at her lap. "I honestly don't know. I suppose he could've been. I never asked." She shrugged, and her smile faded. There was that guilt again. "He's old enough for that, though. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the same man."