"Bram." Sherry's voice came out quieter than usual, almost fragile. "I think I need to think about this."
She was right. Going outside the walls to capture a live high level infected was the kind of mission that sounded manageable in a room with Lord Bala and then revealed its actual shape the moment you were standing in a corridor without him.
I reached out and took her hand. She was leaning against the wall outside her classroom, shoulders slightly rounded, the kind of posture that told me the reality had already sunk its teeth in.
"Whatever you decide," I said. "I'll support it."
She leaned in and hugged me. The kind that doesn't ask for anything, just needs somewhere to land for a minute. I held her and let her have the minute.
She stepped back. "We'll link up at lunch."
"Do you know how the watches work?" I asked, because that was the real issue sitting underneath everything else.
