Leah just shakes her head, as if trying to dislodge something in there.

Or figure out how little she can get away with saying, in the middle of the bar, where most people think she's tagging along because she can't bear to be away from her friends.

"What happened... shouldn't of. And I don't really know how to stop it happening again. Cause I'm not going with you, am I?"

She considers this for less than a second.

"Gimme a day. I'll bring you a parting gift tomorrow."

Something that'll beat Leah hearing about her death by owl two days later.