Fitz slipped an arm around her. “Come on, sit, you still look like you’re about to fall over.” He said, guiding her to the couch. “Daryn, it’s so good to see you.” He said, sitting beside her. “We started to think the worst.”
Getting up as quickly as he said he shook his head slightly as he realized she’d sounded parched. “Let me get you some water.” Fitz hurried to the kitchen. His friend was back, but... something was wrong. Returning with the water, he handed it to her. “Here, go slow.”