We don't. We can't. Faith didn't like the sounds of that and it didn't sound like Solvei anyway. She narrowed her dark eyes and just watched Solvei carefully as she poured them two glasses of whiskey.
There was too much information flying at her at once. Solvei had lost the baby. Faith wouldn't say as much outloud but she felt her heart sink a little. She'd been looking forward to being Auntie Faith.
She shrugged. "Fine." It was a bit of an understatement but a classic Faith response. Take her answer and amplify it by ten and you probably had something a little closer to the truth. Sol already knew that though.
Picking the glass of whiskey up, she eyeballed Solvei carefully and didn't take a drink until her friend had. It wasn't that she didn't trust Sol, it was just that she didn't trust anything right now. This whole alternate dimension thing had Faith spinning in circles in her head.
"Sorry about the baby." She finally added in before she took a swallow and set the glass back on the countertop.