Elias didn’t know what to do with himself, not with Daffy’s mother here, not with all the time he had spent with Daff during the days and still having no inkling how bad it had gotten for her at night. And it was difficult to be angry with her when he was facing her in a hospital bed – he was just glad she was awake again, and that her mother would make sure she took better care of herself now – but he didn’t know how to say anything to her, either.

Mrs. Potts’ question was mirrored in his own gaze. “I’m glad you’ll be alright,” he added, a little distant.

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