The tension in the air seems to stretch and snap like a rubber band before it flickers back to normal. Tim blinks rapidly as if adjusting to a shift in the light, his eyes itching, Asmodia's silhouette flaring briefly behind closed lids.

"Done?" he asks, quiet and anxious, though he's pretty sure her present solidity is a pretty good affirmation. Even if it wasn't, her muttered curse certainly was.