He put her down, making sure her hat was still pulled over her eyes. The roof was cold, and she had no jacket on. Her shoulders and legs were bare. "Are you okay?" he asked her urgently, grabbing her shoulders. "Are you hurt, Miso?" She shook her head slowly, even as she started when his hands touched her bare shoulders. His eyes scanned for any bruises, panicked, breathless. Why was he so terrified? "Miso! Miso, say some...