For a long few moments, Lucy simply stayed as she was, leaning against him and relishing what comfort it could provide. In the months since they'd met, Ishiah had become something like family to her, making this gesture now not entirely unexpected, but no less appreciated for that fact. This wasn't real, and it probably wasn't the worst thing to happen to her, but it still really fucking hurt, and she wouldn't have wanted to face it on her own. The mere idea of having no one was too frightening.

Finally, though, unsure how long had passed, every moment feeling like an eternity, she drew in a few deep, shaky breaths, her chest rising with every inhale, and nodded once. She wasn't ready, but it was close enough. "Okay," she said weakly, her voice not much more than an exhale. She had managed, at least, to keep from crying outright, though it took more work than she cared to admit to. "Okay. I just... A minute with my brother, and then we can try to get out of here." It didn't matter that it wasn't really him, that, at his word, he hadn't been killed in the war, that even if it had been him, there was no life left in him now. She couldn't just walk away from him, never had been able to.