The emotions he can feel from Viktor put a damper on his own and they become muted with uncertainty, and he watches with growing confusion and a numbed sense of wonder as he's helped out of the muck with seemingly no effort. With magic, wielded as though using it is second-nature. Then Viktor is transforming before his eyes into a more familiar form, at least from the neck up, but still isn't exactly... himself. K's at a loss for words, staring at him in silence for a long moment.

"I didn't think I'd get to see you again," he manages once he finds his voice, summarising what had been a week of hell for him. It obviously doesn't begin to compare to what Viktor has gone through, he can tell that much. How much of Viktor is even still there, he wonders as his heart sinks. The Void.

"Are you still... you?"