"It's Sina--"

The words come at last, choked and heartbroken, and her shaking and crying comes all the harder now that she's being held and comforted as she hasn't been since she left home. Fern buries her face against her hands and his chest--at the same time, somehow--and blurts out brokenly, "She's dead, she's gone, and I don't know--I don't know what's going to happen to her now--"

Jehan, what a can of worms you've opened. (Poor Jehan.)