Zoe POV

The nurse who brings my clothes in the morning is the same one who changed my bandages the day before, and the day before that. She sets the folded clothes on the chair beside my bed with the particular care of someone who has decided that the way she handles small things matters.

"The pale blue one should be comfortable for walking," she says. "It's warm out."

I look at the options she's laid out. "You didn't have to do this."

"The Alpha asked us to make sure ...