The hospital wing is quieter than the rest of the compound—lights low, footsteps softened by long familiarity with pain. It smells faintly of antiseptic, clean linen, and something warmer beneath it all. Comfort. Nyssa Al Ghul pauses just inside the doorway. She’s an alpha—everyone here knows that—but she keeps her presence leashed tight, instincts held carefully behind her ribs. No flaring. No claiming. Just awareness. Respect. “Nyssa,” she confirms quietly. “Thank you for taking this shift.” A pause. "I don't ever do this. But I'd like you to join me for dinner. My place. There's something we need to talk about." Nyssa spoke softly before adding "If you want you can move in with me too. Into my bedroom."