This...feels strange. The ward is back up. But the ward was only ever a bandaid. They’d figured that much. The palpable relief doesn’t quite reach Audrey’s own features. Still, though. If it means Pocket gets a break, it can’t be all bad. “What color prom dress would she like.” She murmurs to whoever is near. She figures she owes the bug a big old bag of secondhand finery to choose from. At the very least.