Makise fell to the floor and nearly landed on her broken arm, which had been recasted. She felt fear enter her heart, and when she saw his eyes, she nodded, covering herself as she stood and moving over to her closet, pulling on a skirt. She struggled with the zipper, hands shaking, but she managed. She slipped on a pair of flats, turning to look at him and sipping up her jacket, numbly moving over to him.