"So weird" certainly sums it up. ( klaus looks down as he replies, the amusement at her terminology plain. (the swear too, and yet at one thousand years and counting with tens of thousands of murders under his belt, it still doesn't sit well to encourage the foul language by repeating it.) his grief too is plain. some of his people are still here. some of them aren't. he wrings one hand with the other, an anxious tick he performs, unawares.

he counts the people who he does have. ) My sister's here. Freya. Caroline has returned also. My brother Kol arrived in the meantime. I'm far from alone. ( which begs the question, for her. ) How have you been?