Peter's hand always felt so warm. Even now as he wound fingers through hers, she felt like his hand radiated heat throughout.

She nodded a little, not quite able to look up at Peter yet. "Yeah. Kashaw, um, says it will take about a week to be fully healed. I need time to process, but I'll be fine." At least her body would be.

Liz glanced down at her foot, hidden with tensor bandages, but she knew how bruised and coloured it was. She was more black and blue down there than her regular pigmentation.

"Peter?" She paused and squeezed his hand, but she fell silent. She had thought about what she wanted to say and everything, but at that moment she just felt the sudden swell of panic and she ducked her head, still not yet looking at him, and fought back the threat of tears.