Zoe stepped back as Abby took over, and sat down in a chair a little distance away. She wanted to hold onto the feeling of victory for as long as she could but with Danny falling apart in front of her it it felt hollow.

Cai sat down next to her. "Are you - how's your hand?" he remembered not to ask her if she was okay.

Movement was starting to come back to Zoe's hand. It hurt, but it wasn't broken. "Was just having a conversation last night about punching people in the face," she said.

Cai wasn't sure what to say to that, so he turned to watch Danny. He looked very young. Abby had him, though. Cai wasn't sure he could have steadied himself enough to be that helpful to Danny. He would have tried, if Cai had needed him, but he was glad he didn't.

"That wasn't what I expected," Cai said. Zoe was gently massaging her knuckles with the fingers of her other hand. Cai wished he felt confident enough to take off his gloves and help heal her hands.

"What did you expect?"

"I do not know," Cai said. He felt very, very tired and just wanted to lean against her shoulder and close his eyes, but he was also very very worried about Danny and felt if he didn't keep his eyes on Danny then terrible things would continue to happen. "He was so... cruel."

"Cruel," Zoe said, looking at him with a lot of leftover anger in her eyes. "Yeah, what a meanie. I think the word you want is fucking evil, Cai."

Maybe it was, but Cai didn't say it. He tucked his hands under his arms and sat forward in his chair, elbows pressing into his knees, and waited for Danny's panic attack to pass, hoping like anything that Abby was right, that he wasn't dying. Hoping like anything that once he'd cried all the tears out, he'd be okay again.

Cai knew he should have stopped thinking in terms of okay a long time ago, but he couldn't help it.

Everything had to turn out okay, he still believed that. Pain could not last forever.