Regan nods.

Something to get used to. If this happens... there will be no time, perhaps, when they're not. Even in their own home.

And then she rises, and hurries blindly out of the room, arms wrapping over her stomach and hands clutching her elbows, as if with the pressure of her fingers on her raw-silk sleeves she can hold herself together.

Suddenly, she needs desperately to be alone.