When he stood, she recoiled -- though there was precious little place for her to go with her back against the office door. But when he collapsed back into his chair, she took an involuntary step forward, compassion shading her eyes darker. She didn't follow that step farther. Her mouth pressed together, and something like sadness slid across her face for a moment.
"Thank you," she said, and then, because she wanted to be certain the one she'd said it to knew exactly what she was thanking him for, she said it again: "Thank you, Scarebeast."
A minute later, she was in the free air of the City again, feet on the pavement.