She hears the murmur that someone had died - the low count all the staff in the medical tent are keeping of their patients. Trying not to focus on it, but always being overly aware of it. Some will die, that's just the nature of it, but others will live and that's more important.

That doesn't make it easier, though.

When she hears that it's one of Beth's, she is detangling herself as quickly as need be. Some things are as important to keeping moral up and shock takes many forms even when it's not battle. She goes to the mess tent first, finding a warm cup of tea for her before she goes to find Beth.

Presses it into her hands with a look that says she is to take it, and she'll have no argument about it. "It's chai-" pauses, corrects herself back to English. "Tea. Drink. Small sips."