Malia followed his directions as the pair made their way back to Central; she got the hang of driving the Growler rather quickly. When they did make it back, she carefully parked the Growler, shutting it off. She was a bit behind Carson as he made his way to his room, still getting her things off the bike as he was already changing. She lugged her backpack over her shoulder, walking slowly and sorely back to their room. By the time she made it in, he was already dressed—well, undressed. She tossed her backpack down and began to peel layers off, wincing as she did. She was eventually left in her undershirt and some form fitted shorts she wore under her pants, stretching her arms over her head. She watched him leave, setting her things in the corner before following him.<br/><br/>She walked up to him, crossing her arms as well as her bare feet padded across the floor. She tilted her head, chewing her lip. “I dunno. Where’s Letto, I’m sure he knows.” She looked up to him, her hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to rest my legs. I need To change your bandages as well, join me when you’re ready.” She kissed his cheek before making her way back to his room.<br/><br/>There, she went ahead and washed off her mostly healed knee, placing a small adhesive over the mark. She sat down with a grunt, looking over and reaching for her coat. She unpinned the raven that Oliver had given her from it, bringing it closer to her. She ran her finger over it, sighing and leaning her head back. “What even has this world come to,” she sighed to herself, glancing back down to the pin. “You’d know what to do, Ollie.”