"In the end, yes," she agrees with a slight bob of her head. "And functional far sooner than that."

Was, frankly, feeling fairly functional now, for all that her stomach felt slightly tense and her mind was working overtime to remind itself that this was the new 'way things are.'

"You'd not have been picked if you weren't suited to be precisely here, Tegan." It's a step, really, realizing she's dropped the honourific again. Comforting, really. "And we've all the wish to see you succeed."