"Yes," he says, nodding, and he reaches for the cup of tea. "A bit. I'm still warm; my leg hurts, quite a bit, but at the very least I no longer hear two people arguing." His eyes drift over Watson and away again; the hallucination hadn't been troubling when his mind had been complicit in it, but now it's difficult to imagine Watson like that.

"And you are whole again," he murmurs before he takes a drink of tea.