Marc is smiling, and that's almost as miraculous as the magic now binding them. Even here, away from the lingering weight of gods and the complications that come with them, it's something she doesn't see nearly often enough.

It eases a knot inside her chest, deep down and settled enough that she's hardly even aware of it.

And then it's Steven standing there, and she's not sure if she actually feels a change in their presence, or if it's just that the difference is so stark - his expression, how he holds himself, the pitch of his voice as much as the now-familiar accent.

She does laugh, then. "Hey, Steven."