Raizen's room felt smaller with Saffi in it.
He closed the door behind them. The click sounded loud against the soft beep of the monitor. Outside, behind the glass, the city was a blur of lights.
Saffi stood two steps from the bed, like she was ready to bolt at any second.
Raizen sat on the edge of the mattress. Springs answered with a small sound. His ribs tugged, then gave up complaining. The green line on the monitor kept time.
"You can sit" he said.
"I know" she said.
She didn't move.
He watched her for a moment. Hands pressed flat against the front of her shirt, like she was trying to hold something in place. Or herself.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yes" she said, then winced. "No. I mean. Yes, but that is not why I am here."
He smiled a little. "Strong start."
Her gaze bounced off everything except him. Window. Monitor. Door. Floor. Back to the door.
"You..." she started, then blurted "Your hair is longer."
He blinked. "That is the emergency?"
