[The wave of relief that washes over her is almost palpable in her reiatsu. She hadn't been allowed to see him before today, and watching him lie there, ashen and covered in bandages had done little to forestall her fears. But that one word, soft as it is, is enough to wipe it all away.

She leans forward a little, enough that she can reach out and lay a soft touch on his arm - a slightly more physical reminder that yes, she is is here, and they are both still living, that this isn't another fever-dream. There's a tired smile on her face, which is reflected in her voice, as well.]

I'm here, Shun. Glad you could join us again.