Aunt Yeung strode into the room and I quickly got up.
"I didn't ask earlier, but are you alright?" she asked.
"Me? I'm… fine."
"No injuries," Aunt Yeung went on. "That Zhan is quite the fighter."
Ah, she meant the fight. I shook my head. "No, I'm fine," I said more resolutely.
Then my eyes fell to the phone and the charger in the wall. There were no lights or anything to indicate that it was charging and I felt my heart drop. What were the chances a decade old phone would work anyway?
"Have you found Bran?" I asked, though I was sure that if she had, that would be the first thing she'd say.
Aunt Yeung shook her head. "No. There is some kind of formation being used to obscure his location, but," she looked at me with sharp eyes, "it can confirm that he is alive."
Something lodged in my throat and all I could do was nod.
