It hadn't taken Aris, Tybalt, and Winter too long to find Viola after facing down her memory (their memory) and the sense of relief had been immeasurable. Aris had hugged her so hard it might've hurt, but she hadn't seemed to hold that against him. After all the reassurances and explanations were done, though, their friends had departed and left the two of them to...talk. Not for long, because there was still a lot to do, but for just a little while.

Now sitting side by side on one of the downed shelves, he looks over at Viola and says again, "...I'm really glad you're back." There's a lot more that he wants to say too, but he doesn't know if it's fair to do that here. And her being back with them, safe with them, is the most important part, isn't it? Still. He turns the glowing doppelganger thimble over and over in his pocket with one restless hand. It's hers, so she should have it. And the truth, probably.

"...How're you feeling?" he asks instead of deciding. He doesn't know what it feels like after. Tybalt had been pretty Tybalt about the whole thing.