The softly ringing sounds of the weights had brought her up short but Tara's voice brought a faint smile to Misha's lips in reflexive pleasure. She supposed it was a little funny in a dark way how each voice she heard lately brought pleasure because it meant someone was alive.
That was kind of sick when you thought about it... But then you remembered the 25 dead in the snow and the injured in the lodge and the people who you had just started to get to know, bleeding and bruised and almost broken.
Misha shuddered and squashed that train of thought firmly. Then she summoned a brighter smile as she crossed the expanse of the gym. Her sneakers made no sound on the hard floor. Lifting her hand, she gave a jaunty little wave. "Uh huh, that's me!"
As she reached the weight bench, she glanced at the settings absently-mindedly. It was only a second. Then she was focused once more on Tara's face. "I'm holding together," she continued. "But I've been bad and this is the first time I've faced down the gym since we've been back." She lifted a finger to her lips. "Don't tell anyone but all I've been doing is yoga in my room for exercise."
Lowering her hand, Misha laughed softly. "But... How are you? Really."
