The steam follows me out of the bathroom, clinging to my skin as I towel my hair dry. I expect the room to be quiet.
It isn’t.
All of them are there — sprawled across the bed, the chair, leaning against the headboard. Whatever they were talking about stops the second I step into the room.
I blink at them. “…Okay, now I’m nervous.”
Francesco exhales a small laugh, but there’s worry in it. “You’ve been gone a while.”
Max leans forward, elbows on his knees. “You alright?”
I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, fingers knotting together in my lap. For a moment I just stare at them — my people — and the tightness in my chest softens a little.
“I haven’t been sleeping well,” I admit quietly.
Cassian’s expression shifts immediately, gentler. “Since when?”
“Past few days.” I shrug li
