Strength had returned to her, or at least it had a little. Enough to be able to shower and brush her teeth after she'd woken up. According to Flint, it had been another three days, though it didn't feel like it to Macey.
Sucking in a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom and slunk back over to the bed, conscious of five sets of eyes on her.
"I need answers," she announced, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. She'd had time to think in the shower and had come up with the most burning mysteries.
"We still don't know what happened," Jared replied.
"I know. I have other questions."
He nodded and waited for her to speak.
"Izban?" she started. His well being was the top of her list for questions she needed answering.
"He's fine," Luc answered before the rest of them coul
