"Clark?" Cara emerged from her alcove, where she'd been doing battle with the fact her back lacings were now a solid mess of leather and dried gunk. The fact that instead of commenting on his state of near undress she took advantage of it to make sure he wasn't obviously injured was a sign of how worried she'd never admit she'd been. "You're alive. Good."

For Cara, that was practically a paroxysm of relief.