Serafina puffed, collapsing down on the on the mat in the gym.
"Enough?" Luke asked, letting go of the punching bag.
"Yeah," she answered, still puffing. "I am exhausted."
Luke smiled and sat down beside her, running his hand over her arm. "Yeah, looks like."
Serafina looked up at him. "Do you think they know?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Wouldn't they... try and do something about it?"
"Yeah, that's what I've been thinking," she replied. "I mean, they tried to kill me. And Tru. And Airlia. So they mustn't. But, then, how could they not? You're here a lot."
"I don't really draw attention to myself though," Luke pointed out. "So I guess we can conclude they don't."
"Still, I think we should be careful. I like you alive. Or undead. Or whatever."
"Me too."