It would pass. Luka reminded herself it would, again and again, that the grief and the pain and, yes, the fear, would fade and pass with time -- and she had a duty to perform.
And she would.
Besides, it was peaceful in the deeps. It gave her time to think; time, also, to reach out and guide the currents of Olderion back to where they belonged. She sensed Leviathan's approval, and so couldn't help but wonder if she mightn't see the surface again much, much sooner than she'd thought.
Maybe, by then, she'd be ready to face whatever hadn't passed.