TK had gone quiet, but Taura knew too much about survivor's guilt to miss that particular nuance. She'd watched Miles sleep -- or try to, after a drop.  Quinn had packed sedatives in his kit with a note reading simply If he won't take them, sit on him.  He hadn't.  She had.  It didn't stop him from having nightmares, though it did mean he fell asleep to have them.

"They made fifteen of us.  One by one, we started dying."  The only good thing about any of it had been that the process had been measured in weeks, not months.  "Eventually, I was the only one left.  None of the docs know why.". She pulled her braid over her shoulder, tracing one of the grey hairs with a pink fingernail.  "To be fair, I was the only sample the had -- House Bharaputra doesn't give away anything, not even failures.  So why me?"  She shrugged.  "Worrying about it won't bring them back, or give me more time.  I'm glad you're here."  She hesitated for a moment, then continued.  "He was too."  Armand had been the second person she'd met here, and the first to be taken away.  Strange to think that had only been a week ago.