The corners of Devin's mouth twitch upward in the bare shadow of a smile; both the reference and the nickname are signals that she will - eventually - be herself again. He makes his grip more secure on her and sets off at a run. Devin doesn't press to his top speed, but their surroundings are definitely blurred as they zip past shops and passersby.

It takes half the time to reach the clinic than if he'd continued walking, and Devin smoothly returns to walking speed at the front doors. "Protest all you like," he says, anticipating complaint for the destination. "You're still seeing a doctor. That was a hard fall you took."