[Ishu]

December 14th, Chicago. Base. Hospital.

She liked hearing the compliments and kindness from Aiolia and tilted her head a bit when the other woman spoke of her... speaking, in the future. She hadn't really tried talking, not with her throat. Maybe if she tried harder to communicate with other or... something. She didn't even know if she had powers or, if she did, what they were. It was unlikely these words even took shape as thoughts.

December 14th, Chicago. Base.

He was done with his therapy and had come to her for training. She glanced over his arm and told him, "The group starts at 9AM, right at the start of breakfast." She changed the time so everyone would cram their faces and make it there with a full stomach. The more uncomfortable they were, the better. "Don't come by today. Tomorrow, 6AM. We'll work on it in a more controlled environment." One on one, more likely.