[Zia's about ready to curl up and take a nap on the hospital floor—only because she's been told to leave for the night, though; if she weren't too shy to even consider confrontation, she might object—I'm fine, there has to be something else I can do—but even if that weren't the case, she doesn't have the energy for it.
On her way down the halls, back to her too-big tower room, she walks by Zulf—stops, takes a few steps back, and stares at him.
Her mouth is covered up by the orange scarf wound tightly around her face, so she has to hope that just her narrowed eyes will do a suitable job of silently conveying the sentiment of really, why are you up this late.]
Day 202
On her way down the halls, back to her too-big tower room, she walks by Zulf—stops, takes a few steps back, and stares at him.
Her mouth is covered up by the orange scarf wound tightly around her face, so she has to hope that just her narrowed eyes will do a suitable job of silently conveying the sentiment of really, why are you up this late.]