[ She holds on tight for a moment (though not enough to hurt him--she could never do that). When she pulls back, there are tears welling in the corners of her eyes, but she's smiling up at him. ]

Let me look at you.

[ Her voice is gentle as she takes in the sight of him, with his tan and his colorful hair peeking out from under the cap he's wearing. This is not the Shiro she saw last, whose soul she'd pulled from the astral plane, whose arm she'd built and powered with the gem from her tiara, who had hugged her one last time and told her she never needed to thank him for anything again. ]

Thank you for coming to get me. Where are you living now? What's the last thing you remember from... from before?