“You and Ivan both. The week after the tower, he texted me almost on the hour when I wasn't in his sight-”

Ilde always sounds vaguely bewildered when she describes the care other people take; not as though she objects, just as though it's unexpected. And in Ivan's case, surreal in its domesticity.

“-anyway.” Not the point. On her mind, though, with the baby. “You're probably right. I just, I don't know. I don't like staying inside.” She doesn't like being in the midst of chaos, either, she just doesn't like doing nothing. There has to be a third option- she's just going to have to find out what it is.