Travis retained his cautious posture but found that the entity no longer any harmful interest in his wellbeing. He watched with caution as the cursed form slowly retreated back into Zuri's body, seemingly uncaring now that what ever had caused it and its host harm was finally gone. Just as the entity fully withdrew back into the wound it had initially created, Zuri's bloodied and scarred flesh by that time had fully healed as if there was no paranormal rupturing to begin with. Travis gazed with astonishment, having been rightly worried for Zuri's welfare prior, now feeling strangely reassured despite the standoff that had occurred between him and her curse.

"Fascinating..." Travis muttered under his breath, temporarily out of the moment of concern for his comrade until he validated he was within safe passage to render assistance.

It soon appeared to him that Zuri quickly came to, showing no signs of discomfort any longer. Travis was still concerned as far as how the Causality Scryer failed to take into account of the livelihood of Zuri as it attempted, and nearly succeeded, in purging the still-unknown curse. Clearly, the spell nerveless did its job but not in the specifics that would meet Travis's expectations. It nagged him so and he was so close too that it seemed unreal that this was the end result of his live trial of the spell, even after all those hours spent verifying it's effectiveness. Coincidentally, the irrational contempt he presently had for Felix, whom had stopped him likely seconds away before the Causality Scryer could finish the job, was slowly eroding away.

Zuri's eventual innocent smile swayed relief over him but her silence still pulled the tight feeling of failure in his chest. Travis moved in but watched as she coiled into a ball on the floor with near child-like fashion. Certainly, it was an unusual response however not one without some justifiable merit. After what she went through, he honestly couldn't blame her. Feeling pity, guilt, and sensing the lack of resentment; his best surveyed guess anyway, Travis then scooped Zuri into his cradling arms and carried her off out of the laboratory, with him meeting Felix's eyes in the briefest of seconds in the process.

With culpability still at his throat and clouding the apologetic thoughts he so wanted to vocalize badly, he remained silent though the short trip until they had arrived at the mansion's living room. Gently, he lowered her into one of the sofas and insured her head was leveled upon one of the lying cushions. For a moment, Travis stared down at his friend with somber highlights painted unto his face. Regret and responsibility continuously jabbed at him as if subconscious was trying to tell him something; whatever that was, he eventually relented.

"I'm sorry," he spoke finally, "I wished that would have gone better than it did."