[It's not a word, but it's a voice—it's a step, at least, a little further than they were before, and Zia can't help but beam, even if he can't see.] It's okay. [There's a jump in her voice; it could be crying or laughing or just the fault of Zulf's sharp shuddering in her arms.] Take your time, all right? I'll be right here. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, so take your time.