Zenith smiles softly at his enthusiasm, then she goes into a room branching off, a dark room with sculptures made of colored lights.

Carra refuses to answer his first question, instead focusing on his feet. She looks at them, then she bends down to careful probe them. When she’s satisfied they’re healed, she stands to get a glass of sweet tea. “Hey you want something to drink? And wasn’t there a protective friend asleep right there?” She points to where Murphy was sleeping.