"If you weren't already injured, I'd shake you so hard," Eden says when she's allowed in from the hall where she's been pacing for what feels like days. Claire may not be all she has, the only friend left to her, but there are days she damn near feels like it and she is, at all times, family. The thought of her being hurt like this, of putting herself in the position to accrue this kind of damage, it turns Eden's stomach (it's not just the fact of family, a thing she's had little of in her life — it's that she gave that life for a reason, has this one only by the thinnest stroke of luck, could lose it again just as fast. Taking that kind of a risk isn't something that sits easy with her for so many reasons, but that has to be one of them: under the concern and the way it hurts to see Claire like this and the anger of a parent disobeyed, there's a thread of fury that she could take this for granted, no matter what she's been in the past). Instead of taking a seat in the conveniently located chair, she perches on the edge of the bed, shaking her head. "Your father would kill me. What were you doing up there?"