Diana and Kira both flinched slightly, the involuntary response of people encountering something genuinely unpleasant despite years of exposure to various unpleasant things.
From twenty meters back, Lily made a sound that was trying to be quiet and failing.
Bernita, standing beside her, was entirely unmoved. She raised one hand and released a controlled gust of wind into the cluster, her expression serene.
Lily stared at her. "How are you fine right now?"
"ICU ward," Bernita said, in the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "Six years."
"I knew it."
