"Yeah, they told me." Wash manages to smile a little wider and rests his other arm on the bed. He knows what she's like, knows she's not going to want to face this, but he's going to be here for her whether she admits it or not.

He squeezes her shoulder. "Dunno how much you remember, but North's fine. He's the one who called me." His smile turns lopsided, one side curving up. "I didn't tell the cat. Promise."