It was easy, really. She was so used to bad news, and death, and destruction, word of it sort of hit in some empty place till she could deal with it later if she wanted. If not, she just carried it around with her till she didn't notice it anymore. It wasn't even the numbness. This was sort of dreamlike and weird, because to her, it just wasn't real.

Somewhere, Jaina was probably the PTSD queen.

"It doesn't have to happen like that," she said, still slightly on autopilot. "I'm sorry it had to happen for you, but it doesn't haev to be that way across the board."