The sudden lack of...soggy, gritty and salty beach feeling is reassuring, and Vex listens as Gilmore informs her more about the terms and conditions of her...well. Being here.

The worry on her face multiplies before anything; she's been worried about Vesper since far before she got here, she'd been worried since Sylas had thrown her from the bluff.

"Oh thank fuck." she sighs, faceplanting onto the table. It's relief, sure, but that's not to say she won't miss her daughter while she's here.

"And then what about getting home? I assume everyone's tried what they could, but if you're still here, then---" She trails off, having answered her own question. "We can't, can we?"