TJ huffs at his implication that he's a pack mule and, as he eases her down, she flexes her hands again. The twitches have stopped entirely by the time she's seated and though she's fascinated as to the why, she's grateful that it's done. Her stomach hurts from the memory and every single thing it brings to the forefront regarding her health, but for the moment, her symptoms seem to be gone.

"They're gone." She holds out her hands for him to see, her fingers and wrists straight. "My symptoms are gone."

Taking a deep breath feels like an achievement that can't be overlooked and TJ is determined not to be emotional again, not in front of an audience. "I don't know what happened."