She'd been expecting that, so while Lithuania's decision wasn't a shock, it was still painful, in the way Papa or Bengal or Afghan leaving had been painful. That hollow, twisting loneliness was remarkably familiar to her, but she hadn't expected to experience it in a place where no one could really leave by choice.

She nodded, looking at the ground. She couldn't say anything, afraid that if she tried she would either cry or yell, and she didn't want to do either. Not in front of anyone anyway.