The bruises have faded. The scratches are healed. He wants to reach out and touch Neil's face, as if to confirm that it's true, but he doesn't. He only stares. After a few seconds he lifts a heavy hand and lays it on Florence's shoulder, squeezing. She's seen him at his absolute worst. It shouldn't be like this, but of all of them here, she's the only one he's not afraid to touch.

"Thank you," he says softly. "I'll get you some water."