Rory lay motionless on his back on the floor, simply breathing. There were techniques he could use like this, using the steady repetition of air movements in his lungs to calm himself, think more clearly, strengthen his body. This was none of those. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but it was better right now to just lie here and breathe for a moment.
“What are you doing?” Blaise asked.
“Breathing,” he said, as the easiest answer.
She snorted, but didn’t question him further.
When he felt up to it, Rory sat up and looked at Blaise, waiting in the doorway for him to pull himself together. She was patient. He appreciated it, as he was often erratic and reckless in his actions, and it must be frustrating for everyone else. It frustrated him, too, sometimes. He’d never stop being that w
