Miku took the shirt and pressed it to her face gratefully. It was still warm and smelled like him, but with the overshirt gone, it gave Miku firsthand access to the damage wrought by their attacker the night before. She pursed her lips under the shirt and gave him a knowing look over the fabric.

She wasn't going to be the only one resting when this was over. Stomach calmed, for the moment, Miku started up the stairwell.