“How’re you, Makai? I heard you got stitches.”
“Yeah, and they kept me overnight, just in case. I have ten stitches in my back, but that’s about it. Headache has mostly faded.”
“Good. Look, you did nothing wrong. I just wanted you to hear that. In fact, without you, I….” Lotte let out a small but audible sob. “Thank you, Makai.”
Makai swallowed hard. “Yeah. Anytime. She’s a great kid.”
“Talk to you later,” Lotte managed to say, but it was obvious she was crying now.
“Bye.”
“Bye,” Emil added quickly, and Makai realized he wasn’t in a tiny little bubble talking to Lotte. It had felt like that, with his concentration fully on her, but Emil was right there with him. Emil’s long-fingered, little-bit-scarred hand appeared on Makai’s arm. “She’s right. You saved Joie.”