"How should we do this?"
She picked up his hand and inspected it. "Bit by bit. It's going to take time." She let the illusion fall for a moment; it was easier to concentrate on him when he actually looked like him.
He nodded.
"Don't worry." She said, feeling an impulse to comfort him. "We'll figure it out."
He nodded and she lapsed into silence, immersed in her work. He stared at the top of her head. Her hair was such a ridiculous pink colour; it was hard to take her seriously like that.
"I trust you." He said quietly, a little embarrassed by the words, but she was too absorbed in her work to hear him anyway.