It passes, she's her again and he's able to, a little, banish the prickling along his spine that reminded him so much of Wanda. At least this one? Doesn't hate him for shit beyond his control. This one probably won't fuck with his head.

Odds are middling, but better than back home. He'll take it.

Little by little his shoulders unwind and he's able to slouch comfortably against the counter again, breathing slow and even to settle himself down. "Warn me next time? I've got a heart condition."