Aren't close doesn't cover it, she thinks, but the words won't quite find their way to her tongue. She chews the inside of her cheek instead, staring at him and then just staring past him. It's too hard to see his face, superimpose something dying over it.

It's a moment before she speaks, crouched against the wall and trying to hear around her heart beating in her ears. It makes her right ache, and she finally shrugs him off so she can stand and worry at it.

Safe. What does that mean, she wonders, and how can he be glad she is? Vanya crosses her arms and glances back at him while she wanders a few steps away. "Back?"