We both are safe on the Insidious and laying low for now. I saw to it that she had every window of escape imaginable, but she did take the risk herself to help me, so...
We'll see how things pan out. I'm going to do what I can.
Worry not, Songbird. Liz is in good hands. They've refused to let me in as of yet, given the urgency of the procedure and all.
Liz seems like good people. She kind of reminds me of you, in a way.
Can't help but feel a little deja vu of rescuing certain masked women from peril and near death, and spending countless nights in a medical bay at their side. Or the countless times I was needing a rescue for being in similar condition.
She's resting now. Things are still settling, but it looks as though she'll pull through.
I imagine she'll contact you with all kinds of crazy stories about how I saved the day (!) and stepped in when the Doctors were stumped but... I'm just doing what you asked of me. Besides, the poor thing has been through enough already.
A long, tired sigh escaped through the modulator of Leviathan's helmet.
Been a long couple of days. I'll be headed home, soon.