"Sixty-three?" she echoed and went pale again, another wave of shock going through her. "Oh Lord, I've been gone for... Amanda must have buried me by now." She cleared her throat and stood up straight, forcing herself to focus and behave. "I need either a very stiff drink or a very brisk cup of tea if I'm going to put myself together. Unless you wish to drop the other shoe and tell me that Stark has taken up the order and is in the clergy now." She looked at him, clearly still shaky but trying to be witty.