They left the med wing in a little three-person line that looked way more official than it really was.
Raizen walked in front, hospital shirt traded for a clean white blouse and jacket.
Hikari stayed half a step behind his left side - close enough to grab his elbow if he slipped, far enough to pretend that wasn't her plan.
Kori drifted on his right, angled just ahead, talking like the world belonged to her.
A few medics looked up from their tablets as the three passed.
One older woman gave Raizen a short, respectful nod.
"Careful" Hikari murmured as the corridor turned into a low ramp.
Raizen's step shortened without him meaning to. He didn't stumble, but his legs complained.
"I have it" he said. "Thanks."
She nodded, as if that answer counted as a win.
