Yor heard Loid 's footsteps coming up the stairs long before he made his way through the front door of the apartment. Judging from Anya 's tense posture, she probably noticed Loid at the same time that Yor did.

She tried not to glance behind her too much as she wiped the sponge over the dinner plates, slowly cleaning the remnants of sauce from them. It was so difficult to resist hovering over Anya, making sure she was okay, if she was comfortable, did she need any more painkillers, was she hungry, was there anything else that she could do? As a mother, she wanted to do everything she could to help, but Loid had already warned her about Anya 's presentation before he brought her home:

'She 's not well, ' he had sighed over the phone. 'Dr Hahn thinks that Anya will feel better if she takes rest of her recovery at home. She has signed off on an early discharge as long as we keep an eye on her, but I 'm worried. '

Yor 's grip tightened on the handle of the phone.