Half an hour later, the front door opened with a soft thud, followed by the click of heels that always gave Komi away before she appeared.
She came into the foyer leading to the hallway, still holding her car keys, a worried crease between her brows.
Miranda met her halfway, speaking quickly and quietly, telling her to calm down, as it wasn't too serious, but Komi still rushed up the stairs.
She reached Hori's room in seconds and pushed the door open, her eyes immediately settling on Izan, who was still sunk into the bean bag beside the bed, arms loosely folded, half-watching Hori as she dozed.
Miko lay stretched near his feet, ears flicking up when Komi entered.
Komi crossed the room in quick steps and went straight to Hori's side.
"My baby," she whispered, placing a hand on her daughter's forehead while Hori let out a tired groan and cracked an eye open.
"Mom, I'm not dying."
Izan couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out while Hori glanced at him, unimpressed.
