Saira nods and returns the smile, a small, weirdly hopeful thing, though what she's hopeful for she couldn't say. That he is, maybe. That sitting here is somehow making him feel better. She has very little clue what happened, and it's sort of killing her, but that everyone went through something awful is clear.

Though she doesn't care about everyone. Just a few people. Just Wilde.

"I am happy to see you too," she offers, haltingly, because this Admitting To Caring thing is still for the birds in her book. "Do you want to read with me?"

It's a freshman-level Hermeticism text that she scrounged from behind something in the Atrium, far below either of them but better than nothing when you've been packed into a bus without most of your things.