“Good.” He murmurs, letting his hand fall once he’s confident she’s steady and breathing well enough to support herself.

“Something has changed. My powers have almost entirely returned.” He raises his wrench upward and steady for a long moment before a very faint drizzle starts to fall upon them. He doesn’t seem particularly worried about anything returning for them, for the moment.

“They will be looking for those without powers, those they can prey on with ease.” He nods to himself before he realizes that might be a little insulting. “Relative ease.”