Remy was sweet. He made sure she didn't starve, all holed up in her room, but didn't bother her to talk when she didn't feel like it. She heard him run off more than one would-be invader—Kitty, Jubilee, Storm, Theresa—each one so sure she should get out and live again.
"Do you think Ah'm bein' silly?" she asked him once.
"Still a loss, chère." A light shrug. "We all grieve."