[That's much better. She would never tell him so, but for a moment Kesara is fiercely proud of her friend. There he is pulling himself together, swallowing his anger just as well as she would - probably better, since he is much older, and a man. She didn't even have to tell him anything about not tangling with Royce. It's a tremendous relief.]

I'm sure. We're sitting it out now, we won't go out again until we're sure it's safe - as safe as it can be - until we're sure we can find a way. And my arm really is better.

[That is... not a lie. Her arm feels the same, but she's better at working around it and taking care not to aggravate the pain. She thinks it passes.]

You've heard - wait, she's told you? [It's practically visible, how the shock of that runs all the way down Kesara's back from the neck down, and up again, making her jerk upright a little where she sits. Her eyes are enormous.] She wasn't meant to! We talked about women's things!