“Who sent you what, Kida?”
Hearing his voice was enough to wake her up from sleeping, but not fully enough to open her eyes or move much from where she was. Yet.
“I’m not sure. It was a recording of when that bastard broke your legs. I wouldn’t doubt it for a second that it was Izaya who sent it though.”
He perked his head up upon hearing her voice and immediantly softened; just some, as he noticed her sleepy expression and still closed eyes.
Her eyes opened quickly enough when she heard ‘recording’ and 'broke your legs’ and 'Izaya’. Perhaps it was some lingering attachment to Izaya, who knows. But Saki pushed herself up in bed and scooted over enough so she could wrap one arm around his neck and use her other hand to pull his cheek and his gaze toward her.
“Kida, don’t worry about who sent it. It’s in the past, it doesn’t matter anymore.”