To say Jean was shocked at the news would be an understatement. She was, in fact, in a state of complete shock and the part of her that was still coming to terms with everything else wished desperately that Eddie was there to help her. But he wasn't and she had to be strong. She'd always been strong, always been the protector, even though her sister had been the older of the two. She would just have to be strong now.
Feeling Nate's grief was a slap to the face, but this slap was more the sort administered to pull someone out of a state of shock. Shaking off her own sorrow, she slid from the chair Cooper had gotten her, angrily dashed the tears from her cheeks, and knelt at Nate's bare feet. Gently, she pulled his hands away from his face so that he had to look at her and shook her head. "Nate... Nate," she called, reaching out for his mind and helping him once more try and put a shield around his psyche so that he at least wouldn't have to feel her own pain and guilt and sorrow. You're not alone, she whispered to his mind. As long as we're together, you'll never be alone.