Self-aware as she is about her feelings about being apart from her twin, she's all the more aware of how Percy is disappointed with his recovery. Slow and steady is the name of the game, and he might preach as much himself, but in practice? It's not him. All she can do is be a steady presence at his side.

Trinket rumbles from where he slumbers before the fireplace before lumbering to his feet at the sound of Vex and Percy moving. He's taken to following the pair around, there to assist Percy when he needs more than his cane or Vex's arm. A good bear.

"Some sunshine will do you good," Vex says, and once he's steady on his feet with is cane, she leans in to press an encouraging kiss to his cheek. "You're a little too pale for my taste."

He's fair as snow on a good day, but ever since he returned to them, he's looked a little too... corpse-like, for lack of better description.