Daia

Knocking, desperation, panic Please, please answer! are the noises filling her head. She can’t make out much more but she’s rushing to the door all the same, halfway through Daia’s first knocking attempt.

The kid is in trouble is all she knows, so she reaches out a hand (not touching, not yet, he’s too scared) and ushers him inside, no questions asked.

“Yes, okay, come on. Where are you injured?” she asks, voice low and pressed, urgent.

Something is very wrong, she can tell. What, she will determine as soon as Daia is settled.