Zoe watched as the chair she wanted gone was...gone. And Jesse was being just as gorram willing to be helpful as always. There was something wonderful about it, but she couldn't hit a man who didn't care if she hit him. Or more who was okay with it if it helped.
She moved back to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Then she touched his face before moving closer. So very close, her hand on his heart.
"The City was ill." That wasn't exactly a secret. "In order to fix itself, it needed more power. It took you and some others. Why it didn't take that witch, I don't know. You were gone for a long while." She couldn't honestly say how long; she'd stopped looking at calendars when the count hit weeks. The fingers on his chest started to curl, what nails she had dug in, but they didn't do that for long.
Instead, her hand pulled back, and she decked him. It wasn't right as it could be seen as a sucker punch, but it did feel good to feel flesh contact flesh in such a violent way.
"That's for something." She didn't have a good reason, but she could probably find one eventually. Or just let it be the one hit she got for how very angry and hurt she was. That pain was quickly fading to exhaustion and happiness that he was here if such things were possible.