Oh that’s... definitely a little blinding. Fortunately Zoey’s practiced at not looking like she’s seeing things other people can’t, so she doesn’t let on. Letting his light wash over her instead of flinching away or hiding her eyes.

Maybe it’s his brilliance, maybe it’s his worry, maybe it’s something else entirely. She doesn’t know. But she finds herself finally voicing the question she’d wanted to ask. “Would you mind. Walking me home for a bit, after work?” Until she’s healed, at least.