Of course. I can't say much better of myself. It's...not what I expected.

[She sounds as worn out as she feels, that hollow feeling after emotions have run high. But even so, in this winding-down, she can process it. He's here. He's alive. Her friend is alive. Though he looks a little bit older than she remembers, but whether that's time or experience she doesn't know. Regardless, the strain in her smile is fading even if not from her voice, lifted by relief.]

But I'm glad it's happened. I'm glad you're here. When we meet, I...perhaps a tour of the parts of the city I've seen? Unless you already have a place you would prefer.