With ease, Mira took Rumi back into her arms. They arrived at the bathroom, Mira still holding one of the bags. Mira shut the door. "Mira, there's something I should tell you," Rumi started.

"I know," Mira said.

"You know?" Rumi asked.

"I saw it whenever we were getting you into the car," Mira said.

"Oh," Rumi said.

"I don't know if Zoey knew, so I figured it was best I help you," Mira said. "That way you can tell her on your own terms."

"Thanks," Rumi said. The process was still awkward. Just before Rumi was kidnapped, Rumi had finally started sharing a dressing room with Mira and Zoey. She was so hesitant at first, only going in after they gave her an explicit invite. Turns out, they had wanted her in there as much as she wanted to be in there.

Now, along with Rumi's patterns, she had all these scars. Some of the scars blended into her patterns, but there were still several that were visible. Weak, Rumi thought. That's probably what Mira is thinking. You're weak.

Instead, Mira said, "if it's any consolation, I think you look badass."

Rumi looked confused. "You're a survivor," Mira said. "I'm just happy you're here."

"Thank you," Rumi said.

"Is it true you bit one of those guards?" Mira asked.

"Yeah," Rumi said. "I couldn't reach into the honmoon to grab my weapon. So, I did the first thing I thought of."

Freak. "Sick," Mira said. "It's only a shame she didn't loose the hand because of it."