Renn sleeps for fourteen hours, and when he wakes, the apartment feels different, quieter, the easy energy that usually fills any room he's in noticeably absent.
I stay through the night, unwilling to leave until I know he's actually stable. Mira stays too, curled in the armchair across from the couch, phone forgotten in her lap. Talia comes and goes, checking medical resources for accelerated year loss, though there's little anyone can actually do beyond time and careful rest.
When Renn finally wakes fully, his first words aren't about himself.
"Is the case file safe? The consortium meeting details, everything Corin gave us?"
"That's what you're worried about right now?" I ask, equal parts relieved and frustrated.
"Someone has to worry about it. Might as well be me, since apparently
