He gives (what he hopes is) an encouraging smile, and closes his eyes.

The green light moves slowly, but steadily over her. Her joints feel strangely tight in its wake, and...different. Like the way muscles are pulling is differently to how they had been.

She stays very still and focuses on her breathing.

Drex leans his head back as the green light fades, slowly starts to draw his hands out from underneath hers.

She flinches back when he moves, flexes her hand experimentally, and then scoots the pen from Angie's ledger toward herself and attempts to pick it up - it skitters away from her the first time she tries, but the second time, to her surprise, she manages it. (She's a little excited about it, but it's very, very subtle.)

It gets a smile from Angelique anyway, or it could just be that the woman likes watching Drex work. "I hope that feels better," she says, crossing behind Drex, and pausing for a moment to kiss the top of his head.

Esca straightens up enough to watch Denice do that, and then drops his head back into her lap, tail wagging again.

She hesitates, but looks to Drex and nods, doing her best to relax.

He nods back, and then leans forward, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on them.

...that's worrisome. She glances to Esca and then Angie, do they seem worried?

Esca's looked over, but seems more like this is something he's been expecting.

Angelique seems concerned, but in a more long-suffering way than this being something to worry about. "You should head out to your cottage," she suggests in Drex's direction as she fills the kettle and puts it on one of the hobs of her stove. "Get away from everyone for a while."

Yeah. She gives Esca another pet and murmurs to him, "go?"

He tilts his head up at her, quite clearly asking whether she's going to be okay.

She nods.

He pads around the table and nudges Drex hard enough that the man moves.

He shifts to reach one hand down to scratch Esca's ears, and after a few more nudges, and a low grumble, he gets to his feet, gives Denice another, tired nod, and both him and Esca pad out the back door.

Good, good.

And what about Angie?

Busy making a pot of tea.

"He'll be okay," she says over her shoulder. "He's not normally one for a lot talking. Not like me. I could quite easily talk all day without pausing for breath." Contrary to her statement, she does pause.

"Mm."

"He wanted to make sure you had a steady presence. Be it him or Esca. He might seem gruff, but he cares quite a lot."

That's a little confusing. But it's not like she hasn't appreciated it.

"Oh," she says. "Anything in the cupboards and fridges over there," she points to the left hand side of the kitchen, "is free to help yourself to. Unless there's a name on it."

-uh, what?

Angelique doesn't seem to feel the need to explain that further, just finishes making her tea. "Did you want a cup?" she asks.

She shrugs, then nods.