Relief wasn't a big enough word, and even though she ate - far quicker than usual, thankfully without any loss of manners - there was no taste. It was an automatic set of motions to follow. Auto-pilot, as Kaine would say to her if the sensation was described. Something else bothered her about it all, nagged at the edge of her feelings and would create inevitable problems, but every time she thought to speak on it another mouthful of food went into her mouth.

"Something to be said for just ..." She laughed, but it was humorless. "Starting the process of letting it go." So the lightness might not be so acrid once all of this became a hard set reality, once the first stages of grief were out of the way. That would be a long time from now, and she stopped herself from thinking about it. "At least there's tomorrow."

And the day after, the day after that. Maybe it was enough to be grateful for a fact as solid and undeniable as that. The suns would come back up and they could deal with things as they arrived.