Waver didn't take her hand. He just stood by the wall and waited for Devyn to step outside, until finally he was alone again to test how well he could stand, how he felt.

He probably didn't have that much time. Waver edged toward the sink to splash his face and hands with cold water, take a few deep breaths in front of the mirror as he brushed his still-damp hair with his fingers and tucked it behind his ears. Devyn's healing had taken care of the pain in his head and some of the irritation around his wrists, but he still felt drained and generally weak, like he'd been sick a long while. When he tried to reach for his magic, it ached, and though he felt he could push through the soreness if he tried, Waver knew he didn't have the energy to do anything.

With a sigh, he moved to scrub his face dry again and finally stepped out to meet Devyn again.