She couldn't find it in her to treat him like he was breakable. Death had seen Jason through more than a few traumas. Nothing had been as bad as this, really. Death knew how to deal with the injured and the dying; she wasn't quite so versed when it came to a shattered heart. No matter what, she didn't want to be too cautious around him. She was quite sure his other friends were doing that. And she was almost as sure that he didn't need more of that in his life right now.
"I'm peachy," she said, "Just came from a funeral. It was a nice one." She was entirely sincere. "How are you?" As she asked, she glanced over at him. Her gaze lingered just a moment longer than it normally would have.