[An hour and a half is more than enough time for both Sherlock and Berit to recover from what happened; Berit's skin doesn't have any punctures in it, luckily human teeth aren't as sharp as cat teeth and so it's just bruising and nothing else. Her fur still ripples and her hackles go up a bit when John reappears, but Sherlock gives John a smile that turns into a look of surprise.]

I wasn't aware that you have such a compulsion to touch my Heart that it would require this sort of wish, a few accidents surely don't make it necessary.

[It feels weird in a way he can't quite put a voice to, that John has gained the ability to touch such an intimate part of him without consulting him.]