He knows he's risking her Razor again when he crosses the diner and drops down into the chair beside her without saying a word. It's a risk he's willing to take, however, one he'd been willing to take when he'd walked into her apartment that day and found her completely changed. Had he thought it would help, he would have stayed, he would have let her attack him if there had been even a chance that might bring her back.

But he had known it wouldn't. Better to keep his distance and make sure no further damage was done before she came back.

And now she has. There's no question of it, not when he reaches out to cup her cheek and really look her in the eye. This is the Victra he knows, the woman he loves, he sees it in a second, and the relief of it sends his heart pounding even harder.

"Are you okay?" he asks, taking care to keep his voice low.