"Belief will bring him back, so deal with it!" she shouted through the locked and warded door. "And most of America hates Jersey, you'd be doing them a favor."
"I'm here, Helios," she said, guiding him further inside and peeling off his shredded, bloody shirt. "Come on, in here." Whatever they had fought about, she wasn't thinking about it anymore. Her only thought was seeing that he was taken care of and brought back to himself.