The night Kaito brought her home after everything went wrong, Kyoko had gone straight to her room as soon as she'd made sure he was adequately set up with ice for his hands. She'd shut her door, and stared out her window until the first rosy hues of morning crept in.

With a soft sigh, she stood from her perch on her bed, so she could slip out and pad quietly down the hall to the kitchen. Breakfast wasn't going to make up for anything she'd done, but if she was going to share a meal with the people she'd hurt anyway, she ought to at least do the work. Maybe she would even be composed by the time she had to see them.