Yor doesn 't really return to normal. Sometimes she fades away when she holds her hands under running water. Sometimes she trails off in the middle of speaking. Sometimes she stares through whoever is addressing her for so long she may as well be looking through glass. Anya has caught on that something isn 't quite right with her mother, but she dutifully wears her accessories per Loid 's gentle request.

The night of the occurrence, Yor had exhausted herself against him in the kitchen. He 'd carried her to her room, tucked her into bed, and stepped back 'only for her hand to catch him by the wrist.

'Stay, ' she 'd croaked. 'Please. At least until I 'm asleep. I ' I don 't know if ' '