This is something new from him, a side of him that she’s never seen before. He’s completely relaxed on his broom, as comfortable as she would be in an armchair with a book, but it’s not, as she had thought, macho bravado about mastering a dangerous activity. It’s the exhilaration of losing himself in beauty when the world he lives in is filled with ugliness. "It’s an antidote, isn’t it, all this?" She gestures with her hand without even realizing she has let go of the broomstick. "Maybe you could even say, self-care."