“I wasn’t worried,” Justiss pointed out, swinging his legs down to the ground and getting up onto his feet. He was a little woozy at first, a little unsteady; a factor both he and Toni monitored until he ceased wobbling. “Neither was Graver, not really. We’re just not used to being around humans, that’s all.”
“Speak for yourself. My ma’s human, but she’s not as fragile now she’s bound.” He grimaced. “Sorry, Toni, if you overheard all our conversation. I wasn’t implying anything…”
She sighed, reached over, and patted his arm. “Don’t worry, Aaron. It seems like it’s been a stressful night for you. I know it has been for me, and for Justiss too. Maybe we should all see about getting some rest, eh? Because if you apologize anymore tonight, I think I’m going to have to nickname you ‘Sorry.’”
