In fairness, they're probably the only people who would risk breaking whatever rules their households set in place to see each other. (Though his "household" is probably less strict than hers is.) Lorna leans against the doorway until he answers, eyes closed with her forehead pressed against the flat of the door, and then straightens, looking him over with her mouth twisted down and her eyes reflecting the same concern.

"Marcos." What's left of her voice is flooded with relief and she steps in without hesitation once he steps aside, reaching for his hand and using it to pull him to her, wrapping her arms around him once he's close enough. Which is answer enough to his question, but she eventually answers anyway.

"I'm all right." Safe, anyway, which feels like a lot some days. "I just needed to see you."