On one hand, she can’t help the rush of relief she feels when Tim walks in, looking whole and unscathed (relatively; visibly, at least). On the other, Cissie can’t help the childish part of her that wants to have a tantrum and take her frustration out of him.

She settles for something somewhere in between, looking up from her book at him. “Hi,” she says shortly, slipping a bookmark in and setting the book aside.