I woke up in my own bed, which was an improvement over the courtyard floor, and the first thing I registered was Ren's face about six inches from mine with the expression of a man who had been waiting for me to open my eyes and had opinions about how long it had taken. "Before you say anything," I said, my voice coming out rougher than expected, "I'm fine." "You collapsed." "I'm fine now." "Iris, you were unconscious for four hours." I turned my head, which was a mistake because it made the room tilt slightly, and found Zayen standing by the window with his arms crossed and the specific stillness of someone containing a significant amount of feeling through sheer force of will. He looked at me when I looked at him, and what was in his face wasn't relief exactly, more like relief with a layer of something colder underneath it that hadn't finished resolving yet. "Someone want to tell me what happened," I said. "You collapsed," Ren said again, like the first time hadn't landed. "I
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