Gwen nods, patting Daphne's shoulder like she would if she were one of her brothers, absently intended to comfort without being too emotional about it. Phillip was at an age when he would roll his eyes if she were more effusive; that's how she remembers him now, at least.

"Fine," she says, already low voice raspier than usual. That will wear off, though. "I'm just glad you're safe. What happened in there?"