Iyisha blinked.
"Yeah," she answered, the word coming out smaller than she intended.
She had known the risk. They had all known it. They had planned for Marybeth to do the hallway watch because she moved more naturally inside the church, because no one would question her presence the way they might question Iyisha's. But when she saw the tremor in Marybeth's hands before they left, when she saw how unfocused her eyes were, she had made the choice herself.
She had seen the hesitation in Malcolm's eyes when she clipped the pen to her shirt.
She had ignored it.
Now she braced herself for the reprimand she knew was coming.
"You did good," he murmured.
She blinked at him.
He was already turning away, walking toward their room without waiting for a response.
"We need to get out of here before this turns into open conflict."
That word hung between them.
War.
Iyisha nodded once, even though he was no longer looking at her.
