That. Was a lot to take in. Rook braced her hands on her hips, inhaling and exhaling a steadying breath. "But you killed her?" she asked--grasping desperately at the most important thing, the positive thing, because that was the only way she knew how to keep pushing forward. Whatever happened after, to her, was a bridge to cross in the future, and really, her life was less important than the mission. "Ghilan'nain, she's dead?"