The mirror is unwieldy, and it takes some finagling, given the fact that Viktor does most things with one hand while he’s standing, but eventually he’s tucking it under his free arm, ready to make good on the promise to get it out of sight. He’s sure he has some spare dropcloth in the workshop, so he’ll take care of that first thing, heading back towards the door.

“Do you want to come inside and sit down?”

He can’t pretend to know what’s going on in her head, but she looks rattled. The least he can do is offer some respite.