Jeb was being oddly serious for the early morning. Especially with warm sunshine streaming in through the window onto the bed, after the day before being horribly overcast. As for her, she could not see how the day could possibly have gone serious so quickly, which she thought was a good argument for sleeping in more often.
When he took her hand with that look on her face, she sat up, pulling the sheet up to her chest with her free hand. Of course, the dog jumped up just in time to interrupt. Wait, the dog jumped?
Staring with wide eyes at the dog's unbandaged and pristine white leg, Az blinked several times to make sure she was not hallucinating. "Jeb..." she began, not looking away from the dog with his brightly colored Frisbee. "Am I seeing things or is Nikko's leg not broken anymore?"