[ Her eyebrows arch when she sees the bruises, but she doesn't comment on them yet, just handing Tiffany her mug of cocoa. (Alfred's recipe, of course; she keeps grated chocolate for it. It's not overly sweet, and it's accented with vanilla and cinnamon.) ]

I wasn't great at sharing it, either, to be fair. Not the personal stuff. [ She was better than at home, but that's not exactly a high bar.

Even now, she stalls for a second, before ruefully forging on. ]

Cass called me out on it. While she was here.