[Elsa laughs, the sound ringing extremely hollow, especially compared to how often she's laughed around Cassandra in the past few weeks.]

Honestly? I don't think I can eat right now. I feel like anything I try to eat will taste like ash.

[Her stomach feels like one big knot. Even if she could eat something, she's not sure she'd be able to keep it down.]

... How do people do this? Just... be around death so much?