ARIA
Savon’s grip was gentle but firm as he pulled me fully upright, his fingers steadying my elbow until the world stopped spinning. His thumb brushed my arm once, barely feeling like a touch before he let go.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, quieter this time. His eyes were fixed on mine, searching for answers. “You could have fallen just now.”
I cleared my throat, forcing a small, sad smile. “I’m fine, thank you.”
He didn’t move. “Are you okay?” he repeated, his gazed stilled fixed on me.
“I’m fine,” I said again, firmer this time. I took a half-step back, putting space between us. “Why are you here, Savon?”
He glanced around the empty studio—the abandoned stations and the silent mirrors - before looking back at me. “I was nearby when the news started blowing up. Phones went off ev
