It‘s true, even though he tells her otherwise. Gipsy, however, is very well aware that she is in no position to argue. She doesn’t want to argue.

Okay.

She pulls back, just enough to take his face in her hands and look him over. Her thumbs smooth over his cheeks as she looks at him, blue eyes penetrating. Don’t try and lie to her, Hercules. You can’t. Not in the Drift.

Everything checked out, after last time? Health-wise, she means. She probes gently into his mind, searching for evidence he’d had some kind of physical, x-ray, anything. She wants to make sure that it’s not too soon, that he’s alright, that nothing was damaged permanently, like he’d claimed.