The cell door clicks, not giving enough time for Damien to collect his thoughts.
"Have fun with your new cellmate, snobby rich brat!"
The guard shoves his said cellmate inside and shuts the door in her wake. He sits there dumbly, too astonished to do anything. She's withering on the floor, curling in on herself, though her tremors stop after a while, and her breathing begins to even.
Damien recognizes Aira then.
"Oh, hey there, Damien," she greeted calmly.
"What the hell?! Aira?!" he exclaimed, shell-shocked.
"I'm glad to see you're fine enough to shout like that-"
"Aira!"
Elated to see Aira again after a long while, Damien throws his arms around her and pulls her in a bone-crushing embrace.
