"Oh yeah, you look fine. I'm serious, Nate, what happened?" Lila demands, her palms itching to unsheathe the blades hidden on her body to make whoever did this pay. His nose is broken, and some of the fingers of the hand he's cradling in his other are bent in ways fingers do not bend. Someone attacked him, maybe more than just someone. She gently presses her own hand along his stomach, looking for a reaction that would tell her if he has any cracked or broken ribs.

"I'm going to kill whoever did this to you, so make it easier on me and tell me who they are."