Boyd looked better than she had the last time she'd seen Hannah. Her hand was still lightly bandaged, but the stitches had come out that morning (7 days), and the bruises at her neck had faded into memories with scars. She was wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, and her hair was piled in a ponytail on her head.
She was glad of the distraction today promised, actually. Hitting things seemed like a wonderful way to release tension, and she liked being around Hannah.
She brushed past Luther, stretching up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for having us, honey," she said with easy affection. "I'm Boyd and this is Hannah," she said motioning to the other girl, then giving her a quick squeeze of encouragement.