When the seizure starts, April's face goes pale. She feels a weight of guilt and panic. Angry at herself for demanding that Victor continue, when the other girl is in pain. Angry at herself for allowing Clark to open the damn package in the first place.

But when the splinter of silver drops from his finger with a thump, she realizes the magic worked. "Oh God... Victor... its out."

She wipes the cooling forehead down again. "He is back." Her own eyes are wet with tears of relief, and released anxiety.