Tobi’s POV
After packing up the leftovers, I quickly stopped by the front desk to update Moira. She didn’t say much, only nodded—her lips tight, her eyes hopeful—and I ran back upstairs.
When I opened the door to Lila’s room, she was out of bed, standing in the center of the room in her oversized knit sweater, holding a bundle of clothes.
“I think I might take a shower,” she said, her voice small but steady.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked carefully, trying to mask my surprise.
She hesitated. “No... I was hoping maybe you’d stay. Or come with me.”
My heart kicked hard against my ribs.
“I don’t want anything to happen,” she added quickly, eyes flickering to mine. “It’s not about that. I just… I feel like myself again when you’re near. Just for a minute. I need that right now.”
Th
