The light dies on her skin, but her gaze when it opens against isn't any less sharp. Direct. She might be in pain, she might be weak - but like him, it's minor to what has to be done. "You have no limitations. I removed what they have in place." She stays weak in his arms, held there, breathing unevenly - fast, slow, fast, fast, slow. An irregular heartbeat. Whatever strength she has, goes into being as little of a burden as she can be. Pushing herself up a little bit to speak clearer.

She knows what she needs to fix it.

Thank God she'll never see it again, here.

"But... if you try to pull too hard, you might rip your muscles. Be careful how you use it." She isn't under illusions. It will take a minute to get her strength back - and to do what he needs to do, he's going to have to leave her there. Good, he should have his freedom. It's not like bodies were ever anything other than shells.