Exercise. Same routine.
Treadmill. Weights. Stretching.
But today, Atlas worked out beside her. Matching her movements.
When she lifted weights, he lifted weights.
When she stretched, he stretched.
"She needs to see you as a partner," Isabella explained. "Not a guard. Not a threat. A companion. Someone who does what she does. Experiences what she experiences."
During the treadmill session, Atlas watched her.
Her movements were mechanical. But smoother than yesterday. Less robotic. More natural.
Her body was adapting. Learning. Even if her mind was still gone.
After thirty minutes, Isabella stopped the treadmills.
The girl stopped walking. Waited.
"Water," Isabella said.
The girl didn't move.
Isabella looked at Atlas. "You tell her."
"Drink water," Atlas said.
Nothing.
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