She's got it back. Control, both fine-tuned and broad. Not a stitch of twitching to be hand in her movements now, and her voice comes through clean from steady grins.

Good. Good good good, that's not a cure (she'd quoted herself as having three years, and with the stops and starts coming at random it can't be said that she won't be stricken ill again soon) but it's back to normalcy. A better prognosis than what the doc would give.

"Why would I? That's outright cruelty." He gives her a friendly nudge, his elbow to her arm, and flicks away the stump of a cig he's been nursing. "And I was on the money, wasn't I? It's just a spell or something. Time's gone to shit all around town. Think nothing of it, all right? I'm just glad to see you make a comeback."