She says nothing for a long moment, merely looks into his eyes. That sense of worry is balanced by her own thread of concern. That this is temporary, fleeting and ephemeral. That she's risking so much just to be here with him.

But there is no place in the multiverse she'd rather be than right here, right now. There is no disputing that fact.

Her hand covers his at her cheek and she sighs, a measure of tension going out of her.

I spoke with Edgar, in the night.