"Why not aim for somewhere in the middle?" she asked, amused and letting herself stand in the sun with Illya and pretend, for half a minute, that everything was normal and fine and not complicated. Nothing like reality.

"He says he likes your tattoos, and that you're to see him twice a week. And if I tell you to, to take an anti-inflammatory pill and use the sling." She poked him gently in the stomach, away from other injuries, just for fun. "He's very handsome."