Leaning into the embrace, she smiled a little and gave her a squeeze back. "I am happy." It was only a little lie, and only partially one. She was happy, most of the time. She had her mother and brother, no one out to kill her.

But sometimes, especially when she was with Jean like this, it was really hard not to think about what they've lost, what's been taken from them.

"So..." Time for a topic change. "What do you think we're supposed to do with them?