Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, that wasn't a no. That was him trying to change the subject, trying to reassure that no matter what had happened, it was all going to be okay. She couldn't really blame him for that, because he didn't know, and it would have been a lie for him to say otherwise, but she still couldn't help the way a certain amount of panic abruptly gripped at the center of her chest.
What if she was dead?
No matter what's happened, it'll be okay.
But things weren't even remotely okay at the moment. Things were were very far from okay. They were horrifyingly distorted, and Amarissa didn't even know how to react any longer. It was so hard to contain the emotions that were suddenly welling up inside of her. She had been okay when she had first come back, because there was a lot to do. It was a systematic response. She had to concentrate on finding aid, on getting back to Spain, and then there was getting the Marauders out of Spain, and then dealing with the blade. There had always been some larger issue that she needed to deal with that distracted her from the big picture that was suddenly consuming her. She wasn't one to be overwhelmed, not typically. In fact, it was one of the traits that she had been well ranked for while in Auror training. Works well under pressure. But this was something else entirely.
"But something might have happened," she murmured so softly that it was nearly inaudible. She didn't know if she was talking to James or herself. One of her hands curled almost self consciously around where she could just feel the press of bandages underneath her shirt.
Maybe it shouldn't have been so weird for there to be possibility of her being... undead. She had been working with the resurrected for quite some time now. But, she had just never even considered the idea that she might become one of their number. It was extremely odd. And dizzying. Her gaze rose to follow James' motions across the room, to where he sat nearby. In truth, she had never even considered having to be locked up in Spain. And... it still didn't seem likely in truth, because there wasn't really anyway to prove it, was there? Oh. There really wasn't any way to ever prove it, was there? It was another sober thought that hit her hard.
She just needed... she just needed not to think about this any longer. It was too much for her right now, and she couldn't let herself fall to pieces over this. No matter what had happened, whether she was dead or not, whether or not the dark magic had been entirely removed from her body, whether or not everything was being to be okay, she was going to deal with it. It was another task, another mission, and Amarissa was going to manage.