Davin jumps up, scrambling backward, and Mira feels a shoot of guilt and fear for her friend stab through her. "Hey, hey," she says, quiet and tentative if she's talking to a wounded animal, hands out; she shoots a worried look up at Raleigh. "It's just us, you're okay, it's Mira and Raleigh. You're home."

What did they do to him? She kind of wants to kill somebody right now, do something, do anything.

"Yeah, well, you're forgiven this time," she says, with a roll of her eyes that's more flippant than she feels. "Are you seriously apologizing?"

"It's really, really good to see you," she adds more quietly.