"Hoi," she said, leaning against the frame of the half-open door. The light from Chase's room spilled past her and across Cara's sprawled form. She was asleep, sprawled at an angle across the bed, wrapped tight and twisted in her sheets. Freid glanced over her shoulder as the younger woman shifted slightly and made some noise Chase couldn't decipher. Freid stepped toward him, gently closing the door, but not shutting it all the way.