Oliver and Lucy took the cue; with everyone else in the middle of their own discussions, it was the perfect time for a private little chat between the two of them. They walked a short distance away from the others and began to talk in hushed voices. Oliver wasn't quite sure how much things could be compromised if this group of people learned of their identities, but it was better to stray into the realm of carefulness.
"So," Lucy muttered, glancing down at Oliver's hands, "how is your...condition?"
He followed her gaze. They had yet to show past the band-aids he had applied earlier, but the mere presence of the fracturing was worrisome. "As bad as it gets when I have stay late for track. Whoever brought us here must have done it quickly. How are you feeling?"
"A little sleepy," she cautiously answered. She glanced back at the other three. "But it'll get bad if I can't find a place to rest."
He took a deep breath. "Could be worse."
"Certainly," she agreed.
They stood in an uncomfortable silence. They rarely had to talk about the more hidden sides to themselves in public places, and now struggled to figure out how to keep their secrets concealed when directing addressing them.
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