[She had heard everything was okay with Doc now, but she felt the need to see it for her own eyes. Anxiety is still present, but she's got her arms full of a bouquet of flowers from her own personal garden. They shimmer and glint unnaturally but it's beautiful nonetheless. She struggles to knock on the door with her arms full.]
[Heâs feeling pretty lazy today and contemplates just throwing a shoe at the door and yelling that it wasnât locked, but something about the knocking catches his attention. It sounds... small? Thatâs the best way to describe it. He gets the good idea to actually haul himself off the couch and go open the door to find--]
[Using the nickname he had for her since heâd never actually learned her real one, but heâd recognize her anywhere. Heâd look a lot different as well. Solidly formed lines instead of static, feet firmly planted on the ground, and no presence of a third eye anywhere.Â
When he saw the flowers he grinned, despite the rather haggard look in his eyes.]