"Why were you in the hospital?"
Cecilia blinked. Eastiel's familiar worried, slightly accusatory tone caught her off guard. She had been so absorbed in the television, in the monsters and the rifts and the creeping realization of what this world represented, that she had not prepared for an interrogation.
"Me?" she narrowed her eyes, deflecting. A smile curved her lips, teasing. "Why were you in the hospital?"
Eastiel chuckled. Behind him, his lion tail swayed gently, left to right, relaxed despite the lingering worry in his golden eyes. "My co-worker got into a little accident in the workshop today. I was driving him here."
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the hospital's main entrance. "He begged me not to, because his wife works in this hospital and he didn't want her to fuss. He is fine now. Just got himself some burns because he is being a dumbass."
They walked.
