"Well, he didn't have to just show up like this was some kind of fucking horror movie," Damien grumbles, trying to force himself to relax again. He manages, if only because something far more important occurs to him, beyond his sourness. Namely that, if she has access to her powers again, then --

-- then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. For once, the screen isn't continuously on, albeit blank, the Void aware that it should be putting out light in a mockery of it, of true power. For once, it comes to life, when he hits the home button, unlocks when it gets a read of his thumbprint. He lets out a bark of a laugh, the sound near hysterical, delighted, and smiles, himself. Finally, indeed.

"Looks like you're not the only one who has their power back," he notes, fingers closing around his phone.