Jon doesn't press the matter any harder, content to leave it with a solemn nod. What else is there to say? He's certain, one way or another, they'll sort it out--- even with whatever mess that entails.

Any unspoken contemplation stays that way when she hits him out of left field with the news about Calvin.

For a second, all he can do is gawk at her. There's too many questions to try to ask at once: the coffin was here? Someone else found out that he felt that fear, and didn't have to pull it out of him? Daisy was able to do something like that, and found it in herself to approach the coffin at all, much less throw someone into it?

He tries to pick a question, sputtering for a moment, before failing to get out more than a single, baffled word.

"How?"