Hug?

Hug.

Pat.

"I'm here for you, though, no matter what happens, or what anyone else does."

"Thanks."

Squeeze and back off, clasping her shoulders. "You're a good person, Bryce. I'm glad I met you."

She gives a little half-smile, like she doesn't quite believe her.  "Thanks.  I - Thank you, for everything."

"It's no problem, at all. I like you."

"I like you too, Raine."

Awww, good.

"Who knows? Maybe Tobi will turn out fine. It's rare, but some people do."

"Here's hoping."

Nod. Then checking the clock. "Probably should meander bedwards. Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sounds good.  G'night."

"Night!"

And: bed.

The next day, she's up bright and early, slipping out of her window to go on a morning flight, sweeping for witches half out of habit.

When she gets back, Tobi is still dozing, strewn diagonally across the unfolded couch, drooling slightly.

Bryce is up, quietly making herself breakfast; she looks a shade tense, and she's keeping one eye on Tobi where she sleeps.

"Hey," she says softly to Bryce, so as to not wake up their guest. "How're things going?"

"Not bad," Bryce says.  "Want some eggs?"

"Sounds good to me." Glance over at Tobi, then lowering her voice, and teasingly: "You know, I somehow doubt she'll turn in her sleep."

Bryce laughs a little, halfheartedly.

"You holding up okay? I can tell her to leave today if she stresses you out."

"No, it's okay.  But thank you."

Tobi wakes up properly, then.  "Mrrng," she says, and wipes her eyes.  "Morning," she says again.  She sniffs.  "Eggs?  There enough for me?"

"Morning! And there should be?"

"Yeah."

"Mm, awesome.  Smells good."