That's a good question. Viola hasn't really paused to decide how she's feeling yet. She does now, her eyebrows lowering a touch in contemplation. "I feel ... awash," she decides. Swept up by activity and explanation only to be set back down on this shelf to rest and reflect. She has the feeling that she'll be swept back up in the tide again soon.

"How are you?" she asks and lights her fingertips over Aris' knee, "How is your leg?"