Fred looked up at him, then smiled softly. He was more the Beast she knew and adored than he had been, but she would guess he wasn't happy. She'd done her best not to be a complete geek about it.
Her hand lifted and lightly rested on his. It was nice of him to ask. She squeezed the blue fingers before turning to face him.
"I can't decide," she gave him a very weak laugh and smile. "Sometimes I'm angry, sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I just want to say 'fuck it' - but I don't like saying 'fuck it' because it's just kind of rude, and now I've said it two times. But, mostly I'm sad. I'm alive and healthy, but I'm sad. Not sure if that's okay, or just how it is."