His gaze made her feel a little self-conscious, although she couldn't say why. She just wondered what, exactly, he was seeing.

That was always the way it was for her. She liked to imagine, though, that this new body of hers somehow matched the illusion that she used to exude. Because, in that way, she was still herself.

At least a little bit.

She shrugged. "Just don't forget to take care of yourself," she said. "You're no good to anyone if you get sick or exhausted or both."