"Well, I guess that," she snorts softly. "If magic could fix everything, we wouldn't be caught up in this mess to start with."

She reaches over with her right hand and squeezes his shoulder once, lightly. "Sometimes we do our best and we lose, anyway. Don't worry about it until it comes at you. Anyway, I'm not going to the Big Garage from here. When I die, it'll be at home."