Even that's an imperfect solution, as Darcy knows for a fact that her beloved Dimitri is one of the assholes who would rather burn up on re-entry than stay here and make a new life. She adjusts her grip on Skulduggery to weather that leak of fresh emotion, trying to breathe through it. Feeling the clock ticking in the hairs at the back of her neck in what might be mistaken for an anxious heartbeat, she finally pulls away, looking... a mess. Obviously. But that's just her default state these days.

"Okay- okay, you should get back to Fio and-" a catch in her voice- "Ava, I'll be fine here."