Myles and Nadine stayed at the window for a few long minutes. They didn't speak. They simply watched the empty street until the chill crawled into their bones and neither of them saw anything new.
Finally, Myles lowered his head. "I think it's alright now. Kind of."
"I need to warn the others about that blue giant in the apartment," he continued. He blinked, then looked at Nadine with an expression that softened as memories about her injuries resurfaced. "Are you really all right?"
Nadine's lips trembled into a small, guarded smile after hearing his concern.
"I'm fine," she said, but her voice broke on the last word.
Her hands moved reflexively to the places where bone tendrils had torn at her skin in the Grave of Imprisonment. She had healed after everything was done, but the memory still flared like a fresh wound.
Myles watched her fingers, the way she flinched, and his jaw tightened. He had no words that would fix whatever the battle had given to her.
