"Hey!"
Falsetto turns around, ready to draw the dagger hidden in her belt, and then relaxes when she sees a scrawny boy hurrying towards her, dressed in a yellow coat.
"You came back!" Beat rushes forward and throws himself into her arms, and Falsetto, startled, has to take a step back to keep from tumbling. "Where have you been? How are you? How's Jazz?"
"Hey," she answers awkwardly, patting his back. "We're—all fine. Where's Retto?"
"He left," the boy says matter-of-factly, straightening up. "I've been staying with the priest." He looks at her suddenly, brow furrowed. "Are you okay? You're skin is kinda pale."
She considers that for a moment, wondering if she is okay, if the world is okay, and finally shakes her head. "Just... tired.
Beat smiles widely and tugs at her hand. "Well, come on! I was heading down to the church anyway, and I'm sure we'll have a bed for you there!"