"Come on, Xiao," Yuyan said gently to the five-year-old, taking his small hand in hers. "Let's look at the view while we wait. You can see almost the whole city from here. See those tall buildings? That's the financial district where all the important business happens."
Chen Xiao followed her without protest, his small face serious and watchful.
He seemed overwhelmed by everything, the scale of the building, the obvious wealth, the rapid changes in his circumstances, the violence he'd just witnessed, but he trusted his twelve-year-old companion completely.
Shuyin watched them settle into the comfortable chairs, making sure they were positioned where she could see them from her desk.
"Tank," she said quietly, her voice carrying the easy familiarity of someone who'd survived hell with these women, "keep an eye on them while I'm working. If they need anything before the supplies arrive, handle it."
