Lucy doesn’t rush in when she hears Daisy’s been found. She stands still for a moment instead, one hand pressed flat to the wall, letting the relief settle before it turns into something shaky. When she finally steps inside, her voice is low and careful, like she’s afraid of startling something fragile. “Hey… I’m here,” she says gently, eyes searching Daisy’s face, not her injuries. “You don’t have to decide anything right now—but when they’re finished, would you come home with me?”