For as long ago as it was, Dejah remembers taking the Voice of Barsoom. She remembers the rush, the way the whole universe seemed to shiver and resettle. She remembers the way it felt like the top of her head had been cracked open and filled with warmth and wonder as the world she called home was poured over her.

He's here, though, and the only part of Barsoom he can feel is her.

She catches him as he slips sideways, one hand gentle on his cheek. "You're all right. You're okay. I've got you, love."

Even in those first few moments, she knows he can sense the truth of her words. What he does with that knowledge, well... that remains to be seen.