"That's why I have this," she says, tapping her surgical mask. It probably can't protect against all the germs in this room, but it's something. "I'll be okay."

It's everyone else she's worried about, with nowhere near enough supplies to treat their sickness. Sonia, Daryl, the countess, all these soldiers she knows by sight...they're in a lot more danger right now. But talking about that won't help Sonia. Beth nudges the groats back toward her. "Besides, my friends are in here. I'd be bored if I stayed away."