[That first twenty-four hours since they parted, Zelgadis checked his command seals every quarter-hour... or even more if he were to be entirely honest. When the didn't vanish, he assumed Saber was still around, but didn't dare call. He was afraid of what his reaction would be either way.]
[The uncertainty did have one benefit though -- it let him mourn her loss. Even if she turned out to still be here, the two of them weren't going to be what he wanted. He thought that perhaps Raven might be the way to soothe that pain, but the more he thinks on it the less he is comfortable with it, for Raven's sake. He's sure Saber would agree that Raven deserves his whole heart, and he just doesn't have it to give her.]
[And that -- that's exactly what Saber said to him, before. He couldn't hear it then, and it may be too late now, but finally it got through. Stone skin and a thick skull, isn't he just the worst cliche? In any case, it's this train of thought that has him more or less calm as he senses Saber approach (whether it's his extraordinary hearing or other senses he purposefully doesn't consider), and any lingering tension is quickly diverted into shaping the still-forming sword with his small sledgehammer.]
[He glances at her, his expression calmer than she might expect. Approachable, at any rate.]
There weren't any other effects? [This is his businesslike, emotion-contained way of asking if she's okay.]