She's as connected to them as she always was. His heart lurches towards her, painfully, powerfully, almost moving Nicky forward towards her as well, yearning and anguish married and so unhappily together. Instead, he blinks, his will keeping him on the spot. Simply watching, waiting, being there. The last unspeakably small, and yet impossibly important.

'Please,' he echoes, softly. He wants to reach for her as well, but two might look like chains, and Yusuf is the better of them, more patient in his gravity. Nicky waits.