Log File 2017.11.21

Layla had made a point on her birthday to get out for a bit from the subbasement...out of the mansion period. She'd passed the time by going out into the city: a massage, a facial, and a little champagne at a spa. A little indulgence...shopping...eating...a day for her. It was later in the evening when she returned to Mal's side in the med lab, enjoying an evening drink as she watched over him. The monitors continued to display moderate activity...it wasn't the deadpan dial-tone from prior, but it was a hopeful change even if all the tubes and IV's were stuck in him to keep his body functioning.

Perhaps several moments after refilling her second glass there was a change, Mal was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off and looking at her. Layla dropping her glass on the table as she reached out to hold his hand...she couldn't believe what she was seeing... Mal clarified he was reaching out and dealing with a bit at the moment...especially a pretty pissed off Xavier. A brief assurance that he was close to the surface...but they needed to figure out how and why Xavier was here...and after an exchange of 'I love you's'-- it would have Layla searching for Ruby.

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