The echo of her own words, adjusted as they are for her own unique struggles, causes her smile to break open wide, every tooth showing, a far cry from the pained, worried expressions from earlier, and her heart picks up speed. It flutters and pounds, the sound joyous in her own ears. The moment he finishes, she smiles even wider, the widest she can. It feels like her face might split.

"You think it worked?" She asks, a giddiness lining her voice. Her hands drop to his shoulders. "Is there a test we can do?"

Sharon knows this kind of bond, this dedication, is all about intention but it feels like there should be more to it. The bonds in Trench required blood and roses and pieces of themselves to form. There was a certainty to them, a physicalness they didn't have here.