Xaviers!

"There's defense, there's caution, and there's this. That's all the more I'll say on that."

"Oblivion it is, then. You'll know when you're needed," she says as the Jezii start to break up into ravens, and she starts to turn the mindscape in on itself.

Rumbling and shaking, as Sam brings down a curtain of darkness over all.

Katarina just nodded, and looked off into an undefined middle distance.

Not content to leave the princess in total darkness, Sam leaves her with at least something.

She takes a mental image of Katarina standing over a defeated Doctor Doom, his armor shattered. An adoring Jez is... tastefully draped over the princess. Infusing this image with a feeling of triumph, Sam turns it too in on itself, wrapping it around until it's a single light above the darkness.

Then, she withdraws carefully from Katarina's mind.

Back in the real world, Katarina sort of slumped over a little bit, Jacques catching her as she tipped over.

"She is alright, then?"

"She's as ready as I can make her."

"Then I thank you, and I'm sure the princess will too, once she is able," Jacques nodded. "The poor girl."

"She... needs help," she nods. "Be gentle, aye? Otherwise, I'll know."

"Help is why I am here," Jacques nodded, misunderstanding Sam. "I assure you, I shall work nonstop to help her as much as I can; if anyone can restore her, it is I."

"Best of luck, then."