Stephanie nodded. She couldn't help but wish, herself, that Marcelo would wake up and take some of the dreadful awkwardness out of the room.

"I would do anything for him." Die, as unimagineable as that seemed. And also, kill. She'd killed for him, twice as a matter of fact. Compared to the raw relief of his being alive and able to recover, it was miniscule, but there was a part of her that had to process that reality. "I'm glad I could get there in time."

She looks over at Marcelo again.

"I could go, if you wanted to spend some time with him."