[ it is similar, but different; better in some places, worse in others.
the spells may be worse, but Chris handles them with more calm than he'd ever possessed for Yves's; patiently makes dinners that he has no use for himself and nags Yael into eating them and at least resting even if he won't sleep.

(he does ask questions the first few times Yael wakes screaming, as gently and unobtrusively as he can, but it isn't long before he stops trying that and just stays.)

time marches on, though, and if Yael is willing to pay some attention to reality he has some warning of what's coming in the way Chris gets progressively quieter and more withdrawn over the course of about a week. whether he notices or doesn't, though, eventually Chris says: ]

...hey, Yael? We need to talk.