Squeezing Sable's hand a little, Lulu smiled down. "I'm fine, really. And of course I worry, you're a friend." Lulu was used to loss. She expected it most of the time. If she'd woken up the next day to find everyone dead, she would have raged for a time, then set to figuring out why things had happened on her own. Sorrow was for people who could afford it, and she hadn't been able to for most of her life. It wasn't a habit she had even after many years of not fighting.