They found a late-night diner three blocks from where the fight had happened because Yuna said she wasn't having a serious conversation standing on a wet street, and he didn't disagree with her on that. The cold was dreadful.
It was the kind of place that existed to serve people who needed somewhere to be at eleven at night. Vinyl booths, laminated menus, and coffee that had been sitting long enough to have a distinct bitterness. They took the booth furthest from the door, and the server looked at the side of Cael's head where the impact had raised something and then looked away with the professional discretion of someone who had seen worse around these parts.
Yuna ordered coffee. He ordered the same and something with eggs because his body had been making increasingly direct requests f
