Moments they don't have spare trickle by and, though he can feel them too significantly to delay the inevitable moving on from this moment, he allows himself a sliver to feel gratitude. This side of his fury, drained by the fight and let go of now that Raphael has been removed from this plane of existence, at least, he feels the vulnerability of both of them all the more keenly. So much so that he reaches up from where he's shifted to his knees and hooks a hand around the back of Enver's neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touch.

For now, the changes matter less than his incredibly intense need to just be together.

It lasts too little time, but when he pulls away again, his mismatched eyes search Enver's face, catch on the details that are markedly different. He couldn't miss the shade of his skin and interpret it as anything other than he understands on a level that they are the same now. Whether some of the fabric of what makes him up was pulled at to replace what had been taken from Enver, he isn't sure. But those vibrantly golden brown eyes and the peek of an ear point in that mess of dark hair are things he can accept without hesitation.

"I'm here."